“Must confess I don’t see it,” said Troop when Oswald had gone....
When at last Troop and Wilmington departed Oswald went with them to the station—the luggage was sent on in the cart—and walked back over the ploughed ridge and up the lane with Peter. For a time they kept silence, but Troop was in both their minds.
“He’s a good sort,” said Peter.
“Admirable—in some ways.”
“I thought,” said Peter, “you didn’t like him. You kept on pulling his leg.”
So Peter had seen.
“Well, he doesn’t exercise his brain very much,” said Oswald.
“Stops short at his neck,” said Peter. “Exercise, I mean.”
“You and Troop are singularly unlike each other,” said Oswald.
“Oh, that’s exactly it. I can’t make out why I like him. If nothing else attracted me, that would.”