“According to Saunderson he must have subsidised the Exhibition people,” he said moodily.
“It was a very excellent advertisement.”
“It meant he had his own way and left me indebted to him when I had refused his help.”
“Good heavens, what a mercy you two were not flung together earlier in life!”
Christopher faced him abruptly.
“Am I so like him then?”
“Absurdly so. Your own way and no one else to interfere.”
Christopher was silent for a while, but presently he said in a low voice, “That’s not quite true, Cæsar, is it? You can interfere as much as you like.”
“I’d be sorry to try.”
Again Christopher was silent, but his face softened. He thought of how the personality and jealous love of this man to whom he owed so much had stood between him and Patricia and how he felt no shadow of resentment at it.