"I think it's awful rot, thinking such a beastly lot about girls, and all that sort of thing, you know, don't you?" said Tommy.
The pale boy nodded.
"Rather," he said. "I agree with dad. He says there's only one thing worth bothering about down here."
"What's that?"
"Money," snapped the pale boy, looking at Tommy, between narrowed eyelids. "I'm going to be a financier when I'm old enough to help dad."
Tommy stretched himself lazily.
"I'd rather be strong," he said.
The pale boy looked at him, curiously.
"What a rum chap you are. What's that got to do with it?"
Tommy lay back on the grass, and stared up at the passing clouds.