He shook his head in disgust, feeling sure that any idea of love on the part of the young man was a sham and a pretence, not only as regarded him, but also his mother. He could not quite declare this, and yet he desired that she should understand that he thought so. "I have nothing more to say about it," he continued. "Had it gone on in London I should have said nothing. It is no affair of mine. When I am told that the girl is in the neighbourhood, at such a house as Caversham, and that Felix is coming here in order that he may be near to his prey, and when I am asked to be a party to the thing, I can only say what I think. Your son would be welcome to my house, because he is your son and my cousin, little as I approve his mode of life; but I could have wished that he had chosen some other place for the work that he has on hand."
"If you wish it, Roger, we will return to London. I shall find it hard to explain to Hetta;--but we will go."
"No; I certainly do not wish that."

He shook his head in disgust, feeling sure that any idea of love on the young man's part was a sham - and that his mother knew it. "It is no affair of mine. When I am told that the girl is at Caversham, and that Felix is coming here in order to be near his prey, I can only say what I think. Your son is welcome to my house, little as I approve his mode of life; but I could have wished that he had chosen some other place for the work that he has on hand."
"If you wish, Roger, we will return to London. I shall find it hard to explain to Hetta; but we will go."
"No; I certainly do not wish that."
