“Not a bit. He doesn’t hurt, father, he’s too big,” he paused a moment, “he saw Christopher.”
Mr. Aston gave Aymer a scrutinising glance.
“It was unavoidable, I suppose.” 102
“I did not try to stop it.”
“And the result?”
“There was no result except he appeared impressed with his mental capacity.”
Mr. Aston ruffled his hair again in a perturbed manner.
“Didn’t he see his likeness to his mother, Aymer?”
“Apparently not. It’s not so strong as it was. He offered me advice on his upbringing.”
“Did he?” with an indignant shake of the head.