‘I am going to take him into London.’
‘His house isn’t ready.’
‘Yes, it is. Will you make out your bill?’
‘What bill?’
‘For the expenses of his keep.’
‘He has been my guest, I tell you.’
‘As you please. Where is he now?’
‘He has gone for a walk with his governess.’
‘I will wait for him.’
This imperturbable young man sat quietly down in an armchair and cracked his thumb-joints. Mr. Cato looked at him with silent wonder, and left the room. He envied the Huxtable his nerves: his own were in a tumult; he could not have stayed with him a moment longer.