“Yes, sir, I think so—but—”
His father looked at him.
“It is a stranger I think that would help her more. Perhaps another nun—?”
“My dear lad, I dare not ask another nun. Your mother—”
“I know,” said Chris.
“Well, I will think of it,” said the other.
A couple of days later Sir James took him aside after supper into his own private room.
“Chris,” he said, “I have been thinking of what you said. And Mary shall certainly come here for Christmas, with Nick; but—but there is someone else too I would like to ask.”
He looked at his son with an odd expression.
Chris could not imagine what this meant.