one may not lead to the other. There may be no connexion and I think it is probable that there is not.â
âDear little Aubrey!â said Blanche, looking into space. âWhat will he become in time?â
Mr Penrose rested his eyes on her, and then dropped them as if to cover an answer to this question.
âThat is the best of an early lack of bent,â said Clement. âIt leaves an open future.â
âThe child is father of the man,â said Mark. âIt is no good to shut our eyes to it.â
âI cannot grow into anything,â said Aubrey, âuntil I begin to grow. I am not big enough to be my own son yet.â
Edgar laughed, and Blanche glanced from him to his son with a mild glow in her face.
âWe were talking of the growth of the mind, little boy,â said Justine.
âI am sure he is much taller,â said Blanche.
âMother dear, his head comes to exactly the same place on the wall. We have not moved it for a year.â
âI moved it yesterday,â said Aubrey, looking aside. âI have grown an inch.â
âI knew he had!â said Blanche, with a triumph which did not strike anyone as disproportionate.
âIf we indicate Aubrey on the wall,â said Clement, âhave we not dealt sufficiently with him?â
âWhy do you talk about him like that? Why are you any better than he is?â
âWe must now hear some more positive praise of Clement,â said Aubrey.
âIt need not amount to that,â said his brother.
âI donât want to have him just like everyone else,â said Blanche, causing Aubreyâs face to change at the inexplicable attitude. âI like a little individuality. It is a definite advantage.â
âA good mother likes the ugly duckling best,â said Justine, coming to her motherâs aid in her support of her son, and with apparent success, as the latter smiled to himself. âHow do you really think he is getting along, Mr Penrose?â
âMr Penrose has given us one account of him,â said Edgar. âI think we will not - perhaps we will not ask him for another.â
âBut I think we will, Father. The account was not very definite. Unless you really want to leave the subject, in which case your only daughter will not go against you. That would not be at all to your mind. Well, have you heard, Mr Penrose, that we are going to have a family of relations at the lodge?â
âNo, I have not, Miss Gaveston. I have hardly had the opportunity.â
âGrandpa and Aunt Matty and Miss Griffin,â said Aubrey.
âHow do you know, little boy? We had the news when you had gone.â
âJellamy told me when he was setting the luncheon.â
âFather, do you like Aubrey to make a companion of Jellamy?â
âWell, my dear, I think so; I do not think - I see no objection.â
âThen there is none. Your word on such a matter is enough. I shall like to see poor Miss Griffin again. I wonder how she is getting on.â
âDo I understand, Mr Gaveston, that it is Mrs Gavestonâs family who is coming to the vicinity?â said Mr Penrose.
âYes, Mr Penrose,â said Justine, clearly. âMy motherâs father and sister, and the sisterâs companion, who has become a friend.â
âMy father is an old man now,â said Blanche.
âWell, Mother dear, he can hardly be anything else, with you - well, I will leave you the option in the matter of your own age - with a granddaughter thirty. Mr Penrose hardly needed that information.â
âAnd my sister is a little older than I am,â continued Blanche, not looking at her daughter, though with no thought of venting annoyance. âShe is an invalid from anaccident, but very well in herself. I am so much looking forward to having her.â
âPoor little Mother! It sounds as if you suffered from a lack of companionship. But we canât skip a