“Pretty, pretty,” Sir Giles murmured, his head on one side. “And when does your blessed child bleat out through the gate of the fold? Don’t forget I want to see.”
“You won’t see anything; you’ll be horribly bored,” Gregory sneered.
“I shall see you,” Sir Giles said, with a sweet mildness. “And I shan’t be bored. I saw something like it in Brazil. But there they killed a slave. Are you going to kill Ludding, by any chance?”
“Don’t be a fool,” Gregory said. “Well, come, if you like. I don’t mind, all this cleverness of yours is such universes away that it won’t interfere. Only I warn you, absolutely nothing’ll happen.”
“Don’t die, that’s all I ask,” Sir Giles said. “In Brazil one of them did, and it might be more difficult to bribe the police here.”
They went from the dining-room to a s
