"No, he was a poor thing, and you'd make a much better job of Latchetts in his place."
He poured cold water into the basin and washed vigorously; an orphanage training being almost as lasting as a Regular Service one. And as he towelled himself on the thin turkish-so old that it was limp-wet before he was dry-he thought: "I wouldn't like it, anyhow. Butlers, and things." His idea of English middle-class life being derived from American films.
Anyhow, the thing was unthinkable.
And he'd better stop thinking about it.
Someone had said that if you thought about the unthinkable long enough it became quite reasonable.
But he would go some time and see those photographs of Loding's. There was no harm in that.
He must see what his «twin» looked like.
He didn't like Loding much, but just going to see him could do no harm, and he did want to see photographs of Latchetts.
Yes, he would go to see Loding.
The day after to-morrow perhaps; after he had been to Lewes.