Chapter 59

Richmond’s curt eyes gleamed. “Quits,” he said. “All square. I suppose you thought I was rude to you.” “Not a bit. Those tales may be a little fresh.” The soup arrived, and with his eyes on his plate, Richmond went further. “Two points of view, Pybus. Mine—at forty-five, yours at four and twenty. You may be a brilliant young beggar. My feeling is—you’ve lost your sense of landscape. I asked you here to tell you so. It’s an opinion; that’s all.” Lance smiled at him. “Thanks, sir. I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m a lands…