“Not since ’twere a week old, sir,” replied Ellen.
“In that case his authority goes for nothing, and, then, by the way, I suppose the child has not been vaccinated?”
“Not yet, sir.”
“Better have that done. Get Walters. I’ll make myself responsible. I’ll get him to come.”
Before Challis left, it was decided that the Stotts should move to Pym in February.
When the great landowner had gone, Mrs. Stott looked wistfully at her husband.
“You ain’t fair to the child, George,” she said. “There’s more than you or any one sees, more than Mr. Challis, even.”
Stott stared moodily into the fire.
“And it won’t be so out of the way far for you, at Pym, with your bike,” she continued; “and we can’t stop ’ere.”
“We might ’a took a place in Ailesworth,” said Stott.