Bruce, or his father. I think he takes after _my_ family, with a great
look of you, dear. Most unfortunately, his father thinks Bruce is a
little selfish ... too fond of pleasure. But he's a great deal at home,
isn't he, dear?'

'Yes, indeed,' said Edith, with a slight sigh. 'I think it's only that
he's always been a little bit spoilt. No wonder, the only son! But he's
a great dear, really.'

His mother shook her head. 'Dear loyal girl! I used to be like that too.
May I give you a slight hint? Never contradict. Never oppose him. Agree
with him, then he'll change his mind; or if he doesn't, say you'll do as
he wishes, and act afterwards in the matter as your own judgement
dictates. He'll never find it out. What's that?'

A door banged, hasty steps were heard. Bruce came into the drawing-room
alone, looking slightly flushed and agitated.

'Where's your father?' asked Mrs Ottley.

'Gone to his study.... We'd better be getting home, Edith.'

Edith and Mrs Ottley exchanged glances. They had not been able to
prevent the explosion after all.




CHAPTER XII