My father smiled somewhat dryly.
“I should hardly have thought offer,” he said, “was the right word.”
Mrs. Lorton looked at her husband.
“He means that dear Augustus,” she said, “would allow Chrysostom to approach him.”
“Provided,” said my father, “that he gave sufficient assurances. Of course we should look forward to an eventual partnership.”
“And not to succession?” asked Mrs. Lorton.
“Only in the event,” said my father, “of Mr. Chrysostom’s decease.”
Mr. Lorton wiped his forehead.
“That’s most considerate,” he said, “most considerate.”
“Then perhaps I can rely,” said my father, “on your taking immediate steps to arrange an interview for us with your brother.”