“Ben, what can I do for you—what can I do?”
Fishpingle answered simply:
“The thing nearest my heart is the happiness of your son, who will stand here when we are gone.”
Sir Geoffrey said hurriedly:
“I know that, I know that. I must call my wife.”
“You mean to tell her?”
“I must.”
“Nobody else.”
“If you insist. But—have I found a brother only to lose him?”
“You know what I wish—to remain here, to help you, to help Mr. Lionel.”