"You're lucky it's Cheltenham," Jerrold said, "and not some other rotten hole. Dad and I'll go over on half-holidays and take you out. You and Anne."
"You'll be at Cambridge."
"Not till next year. And it isn't as if Anne wasn't there."
"Grannie and Aunt Emily'll ask you every week. I've made them. It'll be a bit slow, but they're rather darlings."
"Have they a piano?" Colin asked.
"Yes. And they'll let you play on it all the time."
Colin looked happier. But he didn't get his chill, and when the day came he had to go.
Jerrold saw Anne off at Wyck station.
"You'll look after Col-Col, won't you?" he said. "Write and tell me how he gets on."
"I'll write every week."