“Why not?”
“Well, I don’t think the Dean would approve of it. And he’s been so bricky about Mr. Thrush that I shouldn’t like to hurt him.”
“I can’t go alone. I shall take Robin then.”
He spoke half-laughingly.
“Robin?”
“Yes, why not? I’m sure he’d love to go.”
“Of course he would. But how could his little legs walk over stubble? He’s not four years old yet.”
“Robin’s got to be Doric. He can’t begin too soon.”
She smiled, then looked at him seriously.
“Dion, do you know that you’ve come back much more Doric than you were when you went out?”