“Whither?”
“Tonkton.”
Dad beamed. “Mrs. Ralston?”
“Yes.”
“Aunt of Miss Gwendoline Gerald, I believe?” With a quick penetrating glance at Bob.
“Yes.”
“Sensible boy,” observed dad, still studying him.
“Oh, I’m not going for the reason you think,” said Bob quite savagely. He was most unlike himself.
“Of course not.” Dad was conciliatory.
“I’m not. Think what you like.”