“Not going to, only to say one word or two that the dad used to say to me when I had been flying out with some of the servants over yonder.”
“Let’s have it then, and done with it,” said Singh with a sigh.
“‘A man who cannot govern himself,’” said Glyn slowly, “‘is not fit to govern other people.’”
“Oh, but I shall be a splendid governor by the time you have finished me off; and you will always be there to put me straight when I am going crooked; and I say, don’t go and spoil a jolly day by a fuss over such a little matter as a bunch of keys.”
“No, I won’t,” said Glyn. “But, you know, somebody might—”
“Bother somebody! And if he, she, or it had, I should have said that it was all your fault.”
“My fault? Why?”
“Because you wouldn’t take charge of you know what.”