“I had a letter from your Uncle George last night.”
“Uncle George?” repeated the boy, questioningly.
“Yes.”
“Was it—” Perry hesitated.
“About you?” interpolated his father. “Yes, it was.”
“Oh, Father, what did he say?”
“I had asked him about his proposed expedition to Egypt, and especially I wanted to find out when he planned to start.”
“And he’s going soon?”
“Two weeks from Monday.”
The boy was aching to hurl a series of questions at his father, to bombard him with them, but experience had taught him not to show impatience. Trying to hold himself in check, therefore, he said, only: