To-day he greeted Steve with enthusiasm and suggested a cigar in the pantry before the latter should proceed to his work.
“He ain’t ready for you yet, Mr. Dingle. He’s lookin’ over some papers in—for goodness’ sake, who’s this?”
He had caught sight of William Bannister, who having wriggled free of Steve, was being made much of by the maids.
“The kid,” said Steve briefly.
“Not——”
Steve nodded.
“Sure. His grandson.”
Keggs’ solemnity increased.
“You aren’t going to take him upstairs with you?”
“Surest thing you know. That’s why I brought him.”