“Nevil went to London. How did—” Mr. Aston stopped suddenly, “Christopher.”
“Yes, St. Michael.”
“You are not to lie to me whatever you do to others. Tell me what it means.”
Christopher regarded him doubtfully and then laughed outright.
“Nevil did not like travelling alone. He thought he would get lost, so he asked me to look after him.”
“He went from London to Leamington to get a companion to travel home with?”
“Exactly. Isn’t it like him, St. Michael?”
They again looked steadily at each other.
“And being a bit weary of fighting for the right of individual existence,” went on Christopher, “I agreed to bring him home. Mr. Masters has been most kind, but he does like his own way.”
“And what about you?”