"I don't think your destitute father would be very pleased if you turned up with moccasins in the Row. You get a pair of boots. And if I take you this afternoon, Tony, you are not to think that you can make a habit of this."
"Oh, no, Eleanor."
"If you come on the wrong day again you'll just have to go away without a ride."
"Yes, Eleanor." The eyes were lizards again, darting and sliding.
"All right. Go and ask Arthur to saddle Spuds for you."
"Yes, Eleanor."
"No thanks, you'll observe," Eleanor said, watching him go.
"What is the crash helmet for?" Simon asked.
"His skull is as thin as cellophane, he says, and must be protected. I don't know how he got one that size. Out of a circus, I should imagine. What with his Indian longings I suppose I should be thankful that he doesn't turn up in a headband and a single feather."
"He will one day, when it occurs to him," Simon said.