“I doubt if they’d fit in in Harley Street,” Stephen said lazily. “I’d try ’em at Oxshott first, if I were you.”
“They’ll fit in anywhere; that’s the beauty of them. I’ll have them in both places—no fear! I’m not very sure that I like Harley Street—and there isn’t a nook, or a twist or a turn in our entire house. But I’m going to have Horace stick a roof-garden on.”
“Why don’t you make him move?”
“He won’t. I’ve told him to over and over. Oh! I can manage Horace easy enough—except where his profession comes in; he will have his own way there—and, after all, he is a doctor, you know.”
Pryde smiled.
“Have you thought of what you’d do the next few years?” Angela asked rather timidly when some silent moments had passed.
“A deuce of a lot!”
“Well—that’s one of the two things I want to talk about, only it’s hard to begin. But I’ve got it all planned—every bit—”
Stephen Pryde laughed.
“You’ve nothing at all to do, but agree—not a thing. First of all, guess who’s coming?”