'I suppose I must not stay here always,' he said simply.
'But you may: haven't you heard? My mother said you were to be my brother.'
Cuthbert looked up eagerly, and the colour came into his face. 'But your father.'
'Wait for me here a minute.'
I found my father chopping up logs of wood in the wood-shed.
'Father, Cuthbert Franklyn says he must go away.'
I had to repeat this twice before I could make him hear; when he did, he only said, 'Well.'
'But father, he needn't go.'
'Where is it he wants to go to?'
'He doesn't know; he thinks he isn't to stay here always; you won't let him go, father?'