“It’s home, you see. We all come home when we want to see each other and have people round.”
“Yes, I suppose everyone wants to see their people sometimes.”
“Don’t you like seeing people?”
“I haven’t any of my own,” said Christopher, without looking at him.
“That’s unkind. You have us.” 58
Christopher changed the subject.
“Do those—those little children live here?”
“Yes. It’s their home. They are rather jolly little kids. What’s the matter, Christopher?”
Christopher assured him nothing was the matter.
Aymer continued in his most matter-of-fact voice.