“You can’t know if you like him or not. You know nothing about him.”
“I shall be back at the end of the week. You don’t mind my going, Cæsar? I’d rather go before I settle down.”
“Another week’s peace,” returned Cæsar, indifferently. “The truth is, you’re in a scrape and putting off confession, young man.”
Christopher laughed at him.
They were to leave early next morning, so Peter Masters bade Aymer good-bye that night. He apologised clumsily for taking Christopher away so soon after his long absence.
“It’s the only free week I’ve got for months, and I want to study your handiwork, Aymer.”
“Christopher has points. I don’t know how many score to me,” returned his cousin with steadily forced indifference.
“Well, you’ve taken more trouble over him than most fathers would do.”
Peter laughed grimly and stood looking at Aymer with his chin in his hand, a curiously characteristic attitude of doubt with him.