“If I told you my objections you would not care for them or understand them. You would think them folly. I won’t defend them. I won’t offer them. It is just impossible, but I thank you.”
He rose and Masters did the same with a curious look of admiration and disappointment in his eyes.
“I thought you a better business man, Christopher. Will you refer the matter to your—guardian?”
“No. It is quite my own. Even Aymer can’t help me.”
Peter’s lips straightened ominously.
“You will come to me yet. My terms will not be so good again.”
“Then I am at least warned.”
“As you will. You are a fool, Christopher, perhaps I am well quit of you.”
“I think that is quite likely,” returned Christopher gravely, with a faint twinkle of amusement in his eyes. He went away despondently, however, and stopped at the door.
“When would you like me to go?”