‘It’s me all right, father. I say, don’t be startled, or anything of that kind. We don’t like that.’
‘My boy!’
Evidently Dick is the taller, for Mr. Don has to look up to him. He puts his hands on the boy’s shoulders.
‘How am I looking, father?’
‘You haven’t altered, Dick.’
‘Rather not. It’s jolly to see the old studio again!’ In a cajoling voice, ‘I say, father, don’t fuss. Let us be our ordinary selves, won’t you?’
‘I’ll try, I’ll try. You didn’t say you had come to sit with me, Dick? Not with me!’
‘Rather!’
‘But your mother——’
‘It’s you I want.’