"He forgets."
"Nothing more dangerous than forgetting. We must punish him to make him remember."
"But it doesn't make him remember. It only makes him think us fools."
"You know what it means?" said Anthony. "We shall have to send him to school."
"Not yet," said Frances.
School was the thing in the future that she dreaded. Nicky was only nine, and they were all getting on well with Mt. Parsons. Anthony knew that to send Nicky to school now would be punishing Frances, not Nicky. The little fiend would only grin in their faces if they told him he was going to school.
It was no use trying to make impressions on Nicky. He was as hard as nails. He would never feel things.
Perhaps, Frances thought, it was just as well.