Chapter 13

“Hope he’ll like it. Though making money’s not living, Probyn. I suppose—he is all—that you want him to be?” “I have no fault to find.” “Splendid. The perfect little gentleman, God bless him. Got his own car—I suppose?” “He has. It’s justified. Lance isn’t——” The blue eyes observed him. “I wish you luck with him, Probyn. There is no bitterness between me and your boy. Don’t spoil him.” Probyn’s colour seemed to come quickly. “Really—father! You did not spoil us, did you?” “But your mother did. There—there—let us le…