Fellows, young fellows, round herlike flies, damn
them!
Christopher was arranging some of his books.
Christopher stood watching the engine of the incoming train. Settled at Millchester;
good old practice.
He would wanderround Brunswick Square and recall
those seemingly more romanticdays.
Pentreath glanced up as though he had been hardly
aware of Kitspresence.
We have massed Royal Scott and Bulliontogether,
with a few Bronze Purples here and there. As for the money, it has begun to roll in
of itself.
The fruit budswere swelling, and their colour was a
wonderful pale gold.
Christopher stood watching the engine of the
incoming train. Kit stood by the piano, staring at the keyboard where Cherryshands
used to flutter.
Oranges headaches were well known, andthey had
earned him a queer and additional dislike.
He said nothing, did not make a sound
untilChristopher was getting out of his white smock. To theincompetent and to the
cheerfully casual he showed no mercy. Character, clear eyes, a young dignity, a
fineness ofemotional outline.
Christopher was conscious of a sharp and expectant
thrill. Like to have a bet with your father on it, old lady?
Pentreath had the toe of his boot on the red ball.
Some day before long Kit wouldhave his car. He did not ask a question; he stated a
fact.
Dont want to worry him; unless its necessary. Ah,
she said, you always will let yourself be caught byappearances. We are rather proud
of our ownpet fracture, arent we, Gladys? The lawyer in us is always anafterthought.
His fingers played with a pen, a favouritepen that he had used for the last nine
years.
Tell him I want two of his azaleas, one crimson and
one white, andtwo pots of the carmine roses.