She recalled his hesitation when she had asked him if
he had been getting into mischief. Was trouble brewing already?
"Tony," she demanded shrewdly. "Have you been quarrelling with Sir Philip
again? There's generally some disturbing cause when you feel driven into
asking me to marry you."
"Well, why won't you? He'd be satisfied then."
"He? Do you mean your uncle?"--with some astonishment.
Tony nodded.
"Yes. Didn't you know he wanted it more than anything? Just as I do," he
added with the quick, whimsical smile which was one of his charms.
Ann shook her head.
"You haven't answered my question," she persisted.
"Well," admitted Tony unwillingly, "he and I did have a bit of a dust-up
this morning. I'm sick of doing nothing. I told him I wanted to be an
architect."
"Well?"
"It was anything but well! He let me have it good and strong. No Brabazon
was going to take up planning houses as a profession if he knew it! I'd got
my duty to the old name and estate and the tenants, et cetera, et cetera.
All the usual tosh."
Ann's face clouded. She devoutly wished that Sir Philip _would_ allow
his nephew to take up some profession--never mind which, so long as it
interested him and gave him definite occupation.
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