Chapter 31

“No—that’s true. You get such surprises.” Christopher was thinking of his father and of his father’s face when a certain old portmanteau had burst open on a railway platform and exposed—pathos. “Seems to me—you have to be a bit selfish,” said Lance, “insist on yourself.” He looked up at the stars, but young Sorrell’s glance was more level and at the height of another man’s face. His eyes would always be more level than Lance Pybus’s. The stars and the gutter! For Kit had some of his roots deep in the heart of anoth…