“Yes,” said Cyril eagerly, “I saw him, and kept in hiding, because I thought it best to leave it for you to do. Well, what did your father say?”
“He as good as said no.”
“Yes, at first,” cried Cyril. “I knew he would. But he came round.”
“And then your father came in.”
“Yes?”
“And my father made me ask him what he had to say about it.”
“Yes? Do go on, old chap. You are so slow.”
“The captain was quite angry, and wouldn’t listen to the idea for a moment.”
“That was because he had made his plans for you to stay with me. But he came round, didn’t he?”
“No,” said Perry sadly. “He was firm as a rock, and they are both dead against it. I should have liked for you to come, Cil.”