“I see,” she said, “that you've taken a line of your own, Eustace. I've nothing to say against that; in fact, quite the contrary. But remember this, my dear, however you may change you mustn't wobble. Only one thing counts in that place, hitting the same nail on the head with the same hammer all the time. You aren't looking at all well.”
Miltoun, bending to kiss her, murmured:
“Thanks, I'm all right.”
“Nonsense,” replied Lady Casterley. “They don't look after you. Was your mother in the House?”
“I don't think so.”
“Exactly. And what is Barbara about? She ought to be seeing to you.”
“Barbara is down with Uncle Dennis.”
Lady Casterley set her jaw; then looking her grandson through and through, said:
“I shall take you down there this very day. I shall have the sea to you. What do you say, Clifton?”
“His lordship does look pale.”