‘I don’t know. He has a right to like it if he likes.’
George puffed away in silence for a time.
There was some of Mollie’s restfulness about George. It was good
to have him in the room when one was troubled.
‘I am losing patience with Hugo,’ he said at last. ‘It is time
he grew up.’
I wanted to defend Hugo even from him. It was not Strindberg
we were talking about. We both knew that.