"But please remember that I hold you responsible, Bertram.

Whether it's a dog, or a parrot, or--or a monkey, I shall expect you to keep Spunk down-stairs.

This adopting into the family an unknown boy seems to me very absurd from beginning to end.
But if you and William will have it so, of course I've nothing to say.
Fortunately my rooms are at the TOP of the house," he finished, as he turned and left the dining-room.
For a moment there was silence.

The brows of the younger man were uplifted quizzically.
"I'm afraid Cyril is bothered," murmured William then, in a troubled voice.
Bertram's face changed.

Stern lines came to his boyish mouth.
"He is always bothered--with anything, lately." The elder man sighed.
"I know, but with his talent--" "'Talent'! Great Scott!" cut in Bertram.