“Nothing special, sir.”
“Do you ever do anything special?” turning two penetrating eyes upon him.
“Why, yes; I suppose so. I was thinking of something special just now.” After all, it might as well come out.
“If it is of any importance, I should like to hear about it.”
This was encouraging.
“I was thinking of a trip around the world, sir. To start in a month, say, and be gone two or three years.”
Mr. Landor received this proposition with a quick drawing down of his shaggy eyebrows and a closer upturning of his fur collar about his chin. His face now was almost hidden from view.
“Do you propose to go alone?” he asked.
“No; two fellows at the Aldine Club have talked me into joining them. Of course, sir, I realize you may object to so long an absence,” said Kenneth, who felt that a storm was brewing, “and I might be able to make it a year or so if you preferred.”
“Inasmuch as you have scarcely been at home a month in the past year or so, I should prefer that you dismiss the project altogether.”