Sir Thomas addressed himself to making Jimmy’s position clear to him.
“How, may I ask,” he said, “do you propose to leave the castle?”
“Won’t you let me have the motor?” said Jimmy. “But I expect I sha’n’t be leaving just yet.”
Sir Thomas laughed shortly.
“No,” he said. “No; I fancy not. I am with you there!”
“Great minds,” said Jimmy. “I shouldn’t be surprised if we thought alike on all sorts of subjects. Just think how you came round to my views on ringing the bell. In a flash! But what made you fancy that I intended to leave the castle?”
“I should hardly have supposed that you would be anxious to stay.”
“On the contrary. It’s the one place I have been in in the last two years that I have felt really satisfied with. Usually I want to move on after a week. But I could stop here for ever.”
“I am afraid, Mr. Pitt—by the way, an alias, of course?”
“I fear not,” he said. “If I had chosen an alias, it would have been Tressilyan, or Trevelyan, or something. I call Pitt a poor thing in names. I once knew a man called Ronald Cheylesmore. Lucky fellow!”