"I shall be all right in London. Oxford annoyed me, Uncle."
"Very well. I leave it to your mother."
Peter's mother agreed to come to London and manage a small flat.
"I shall just love to have you, mother," Peter said to her when the plans were laid.
"I wonder?" she said, searching his face.
"You're not worried about this Oxford mess?"
"I'm thinking, Peter. You're so terribly impatient."
Peter himself hunted out the flat and furnished it.
"Let him handle a bit of money," his uncle suggested.