"That is really all it is. But she thinks I should show my affection for you more openly."
Roger wriggles again. Earnestly, "I wouldn"t do that." Nicely, "Of course for this once--but in a general way I wouldn"t do that. _We_ know, you and I."
"As long as we know, it"s no one else"s affair, is it?"
"That"s the ticket, father."
"Still--" It is to be feared that Mr. Torrance is now taking advantage of his superior slyness. "Still, before your mother--to please her--eh?"
Faltering, "I suppose it would."
"Well, what do you say?"
"I know she would like it."
"Of course you and I know that display of that sort is all bunk.u.m--repellent even to our natures."
"Lord, yes!"
"But to gratify her."
"I should be so conscious."
Mr. Torrance is here quite as sincere as his son. "So should I."
Roger considers it. "How far would you go?"
"Oh, not far. Suppose I called you "Old Rogie"? There"s not much in that."
"It all depends on the way one says these things."
"I should be quite casual."
"Hum. What would you like me to call you?"
Severely, "It isn"t what would _I_ like. But I daresay your mother would beam if you called me "dear father""
"I don"t think so?"
"You know quite well that you think so, Roger."
"It"s so effeminate."
"Not if you say it casually."
With something very like a snort Roger asks, "How does one say a thing like that casually?"
"Well, for instance, you could whistle while you said it--or anything of that sort."
"Hum. Of course you--if we were to--be like that, you wouldn"t do anything."
"How do you mean?"
"You wouldn"t paw me?"
"Roger," with some natural indignation, "you forget yourself." But apparently it is for him to continue. "That reminds me of a story I heard the other day of a French general. He had asked for volunteers from his airmen for some specially dangerous job--and they all stepped forward. Pretty good that. Then three were chosen and got their orders and saluted, and were starting off when he stopped them. "Since when,"
he said, "have brave boys departing to the post of danger omitted to embrace their father?" They did it then. Good story?"
Roger lowers. "They were French."
"Yes, I said so. Don"t you think it"s good?"
"Why do you tell it to me?"
"Because it"s a good story."
"You are sure, father," sternly, "that there is no other reason?" Mr.
Torrance tries to brazen it out, but he looks guilty. "You know, father, that is barred."
Just because he knows that he has been playing it low, Mr. Torrance snaps angrily, "What is barred?"
"You know," says his monitor.
Mr. Torrance shouts.
"I know that you are a young a.s.s."
"Really, father--"
"Hold your tongue."
Roger can shout also.
"I must say, father--"
"Be quiet, I tell you."
It is in the middle of this compet.i.tion that the lady who dotes on them both chooses to come back, still without her spectacles.
"Oh dear! And I had hoped---Oh, John!"
Mr. Torrance would like to kick himself.
"My fault," he says with a groan.
"But whatever is the matter?"
"Nothing, mater." The war is already making Roger quite smart. "Only father wouldn"t do as I told him."