"And Christopher was mad with us. He was like a bear with a sore head
after you left, and insisted upon going up to town on Monday, just for the
day. He came over here on Tuesday, didn't he?"
"No, he did not," I was obliged to say, and I felt cross about it still, I
don't know why.
"He is a queer creature," said Lord Robert, "and I am glad you have not
seen him. I don't want him in the way. I am a selfish brute, you know."
I said Mrs. Carruthers had always brought me up to know men were that, so
such a thing would not prejudice me against him.
He laughed. "You must help me to come and sit and talk again after
dinner," he said. "I can see the red-haired son means you for himself, but
of course I shall not allow that."