“Oh, I don’t know. Your brother Wallace finds time for chip-carving after city hours. He made me such a nice blotter last month—very pretty it was.”
“ ’Tisn’t quite the same, is it?”
“Well, I don’t know, one hobby is very like another.”
“I’m sorry,” said Wynne, “but I’ll have to go.”
“Where will you go to?”
“No idea.”
“How very extraordinary! But you might turn up anywhere?”
“Yes.” He fidgeted. It was hard to find anything to say. “I’d better be off.”
“Have you any money?”
“No. But I want none of father’s—I’ll take none of that.”