Chapter 20

“Of course,” said Lance, glancing over a shoulder, “you won’t do that to me any more, sir.” “I shall—unless——” “Grandfather,” said Lance, pausing outside the door of No. 12, “isn’t this a rather great occasion?” Old Pybus’s white head seemed a little bent. Lance put down a suit-case, opened the door of No. 12, went in, and placed the suit-case he was carrying on the luggage stand. “Why didn’t you tell me before, boy?” “I—I wanted you to know me a little.” “Ah,” said his grandfather. “I see.” He carried the other su…