"
"Come on rather suddenly, hasn't it?" suggested Jake.
Saltash nodded. "It's old age, I fancy. Anyhow I've a notion for doing
Bunny a good turn. The boy can have play as well as work. He can join the
polo-club at Fairharbour. I'll introduce him."
"And where will he live?" asked Jake.
"With the old Bishops of course. He'll be safe enough with them and
within reach of you and Maud at the same time. It's time you eased the
leading string a bit, you know. He'll start kicking if you don't."
"I don't think so," said Jake. "He goes his own way already quite as much
as is good for him. I don't need to hold him in very tight either. He's
not the bolting sort."
"You mean you've trained him well," laughed Saltash. "I congratulate you.
You've a genius for that sort of thing, Jake. The boy will probably
answer to your lightest touch and never even know he does it."
"What was the other thing you wanted to say to me?" said Jake.
"Oh that!" Saltash's eyes fell suddenly to his empty wine glass. He
fingered the stem of it for a few seconds with a curiously irresolute
air. "Do you know I think I'll put it to Maud first!" he said at length,
with a smile that was faintly shamefaced.
"It'll come to the same thing," said Jake.
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