allowed all the enchantment.

Rufus put his hands into his hair and tugged it desperately.

"Oh, if only I could go--if only I could---- Don't you want to go,
Robert?"

Robert woke partially from his dream.

"I'm going." He turned, and with his hands thrust into his pockets began
to walk homewards. Rufus trotted feverishly at his side.

"I say, are you really? But then you've got no people; jolly for you. I
wish I hadn't. My pater's so beastly strict; I'm scared of him. I say,
when will you go?"

"To-morrow night, of course."

"Have you got the money?"

"No, but I'll get it."

"Oh, I say, I wish I could. P'r'aps I could too. I've got money--yes, I
have, even if it is in a beastly tin box. What's the good of saving till
you're grown up? I shan't want it then like I do now. It's silly. All
grown-up people are silly. When I'm grown up I'll be different. I say,
Robert, I can come with you, can't I?"

"Oh, yes--if you want to." He was indifferent. It puzzled him slightly
that Rufus should be so eager. What did he know of the true inwardness of
what he had seen? What had it got to do with him, anyway?

Rufus brooded, his freckled face puckered with anxious contriving.

"I say, I've got an idea! I'll tell the pater you've asked me to come
over and spend the evening with you at your place. It'll be sort of true,
won't it? And then he'll never think about the money. You won't mind,
will you? It'll never come out--and if it does, I'll say I made it up."

"I don't care. All right."

Rufus drew a great sigh of relief.

"Isn't it ripping? Oh, I say, I wish it was to-morrow night. I hope I
don't die first. What did you like best, Robert? Who are you keenest on?"

Robert did not answer. It would have been sacrilege to talk her over--to
drag her down into a silly controversy. He longed for the moment when
Rufus would have to leave him. He wanted to be alone and silent. Even
the thought of Christine and of her inevitable questions hurt him like the
touch of a rough, unfeeling hand.

"I liked that kid best--that girl on the funny pony. She must have been
at the Folies Bergeres, don't you think? Folies Bergeres sounds French,
and she was making sort of French noises. She made me laugh." Something
wistful and hungry came into his shrill voice. He pressed close to
Robert's side. "I like people who make me laugh. I like them better than
anything in the world, don't you? It's jolly