He stopped, doubtful.
"Well, sir—what further?"
"Well, I cannot come to the church with you at Easter."
His father wheeled round savagely in his chair.
"Father, hear me out, and then say what you will…. I say I cannot come with you to church at Easter, because I am a Catholic. But I do not wish to trouble or disobey you openly. I will go away from home for that time. Good Mr. Barton will cause no trouble; he wants nothing but peace. Father, you are not just to me. You have taught me too much, or you have not given me time enough—"
Again he broke off, knowing that he had said what he did not mean, but the old man was on him like a hawk.
"Not time enough, you say? Well, then—"
"No, sir; I did not mean that," wailed Robin suddenly. "I do not mean that I should change if I had a hundred years; I am sure I shall not. But—"
"You said, 'Not time enough,'" said the other meditatively. "Perhaps if
I give you time—"
"Father, I beg of you to forget what I said; I did not mean to say it.
It is not true. But Marjorie said—"