Fred grunted, helped himself liberally, though it was as yet only eleven in the forenoon.
“The great Colonial concern is where it was,” he explained vaguely.
“So I supposed. And about Lombard Street?”
“Well, I thought better of the City. I thought there was still some enterprise left in this rotten, stagnant, decaying, and declining old country.”
Christopher laughed.
“They won’t look at it, eh?”
“On the contrary, they won’t do anything till they have looked at it.”
“Humph! Awkward, isn’t it? I say, Fred, what did you come back for at all? Why not stay in Australia?”
“I came back for many reasons. Partly to look after you, Brother Chris.”
“Oh! After me? Why after me?”