‘Do you? Same here.’
‘As a consequence it is better, it is right, it is only decent that you and I should be very chary of confidences with each other.’
Roger is relieved. ‘I’m dashed glad you see it in that way.’
‘Oh, quite. And yet, Roger, if you had to answer this question on oath, “Whom do you think you are most like in this world?” I don’t mean superficially, but deep down in your vitals, what would you say? Your mother, your uncle, one of your friends on the golf links?’
‘No.’
‘Who?’
Darkly, ‘You.’
‘Just how I feel.’
There is such true sympathy in the manly avowal that Roger cannot but be brought closer to his father.
‘It’s pretty ghastly, father.’