“Christopher’s got the makings of a rabid socialist in him. If he’s not given good data to go on he will be a full disciple when he’s twenty-one, all theories and dreams, caught in a mesh of words. I don’t want that. It’s natural too, for, after all, Christopher is not of the People, any more than—than his mother was.” He examined his pencil critically. “She always credited them with the fine aspirations and pure passions of her own soul, instead of allowing them the very reasonable and just aspirations and ambitions that they have and should be able to reach. Sam may be an exception, but I don’t think he is. I’m quite ready to give Christopher a free hand to help him, provided he knows what he wants himself.”
“To provide an object lesson for Christopher?”
“Yes, precisely.”
“Is it quite fair on Sam?”
Aymer looked up quickly.
“He benefits anyway.”
“Possibly; but you do not care about that.”
“Christopher does.”
“Ah, yes. Christopher does. That is worth considering. Otherwise––”
“Otherwise?”