Which is absurd.
"At Colico I put the difficulty to her father; but he is stout, and did not understand its magnitude.

He said he could not see how it mattered.
As for her, I have never mentioned it to her again; but she is always thinking of it, and so am I.A wall has risen up between us, and how to get over it or whether I have any right to get over it, I know not.

Will you help me--and her ?" "Certainly not," I said.
[Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XIX.
PRIMUS.
Primus is my brother's eldest son, and he once spent his Easter holidays with me.

I did not want him, nor was he anxious to come, but circumstances were too strong for us, and, to be just to Primus, he did his best to show me that I was not in his way.

He was then at the age when boys begin to address each other by their surnames.
I have said that I always took care not to know how much tobacco I smoked in a week, and therefore I may be hinting a libel on Primus when I say that while he was with me the Arcadia disappeared mysteriously.
Though he spoke respectfully of the Mixture--as became my nephew--he tumbled it on to the table, so that he might make a telephone out of the tins, and he had a passion for what he called "snipping cigars." Scrymgeour gave him a cigar-cutter which was pistol-shaped.