"How do you mean?" Arthur said.
"Month to think it over," Hubert elaborated. "If he'll chuck the city and come to live down here, the old man'll put him straight."
"And if he won't?"
"Then he can jolly well look out for himself."
"But, good Lord, why does Mr Kenyon want him to come and live here?" Arthur broke out.
"Thinks he'll be company for you and me, perhaps?" Hubert suggested.
"Oh! rot! He must have some reason," Arthur protested.
Hubert scratched his eyebrow.
"Don't you know what it is?" Arthur persisted.