The twins had gone upstairs with Miss Hood to their lessons, and Wilfrid was sauntering about the hall.
His father paused by him on the way to the carriage.
'What do you propose to do with yourself, Wilf ?' lie asked.
'Ride, I think.' 'Do.

Go over to Hilstead and lunch there.

Capital lunch they give you at the inn; the last time I was there they cooked me one of the best chops I ever ate.

Oberon wants exercise; make a day of it.' 'Very well.' 'You're not looking quite so well, I'm afraid,' remarked his father, with genuine solicitude in his tone.

'Haven't been reading, have you ?' 'No.' 'No imprudences, mind.