“I think I shall adopt Max when he leaves school,” remarked Cæsar languidly, “he’ll let me manage him in my own way till he is an octogenarian.”
“Cæsar, you have no discrimination at all. Once 353 you wanted to adopt Sam, now Max. Both as pliable as elastic, and as unmalleable.”
“I’ve a great affection for Max.”
“So have I. Is Nevil going to give him to Patrimondi?”
“No, to me.”
“Honestly?”
Aymer nodded. “He’ll have to manage the estate some day, not so far off, either.”
Christopher patted the sofa rug absently.
“When he’s at Cambridge he’ll have to spend the Long Vacation learning from his ancient uncle.”
Christopher gave an involuntary sigh.