"But he vanished and Cards has never owned his master since. Everything was
there, ready in him, to be turned one way or the other, and after he left
Cambridge there was his silly mother and a sillier London waiting to finish
him--now he's nothing but Vanity and Fascination--and soon there'll be
nothing but Vanity."
"You're unjust to him, Bobby, you always have been.
"Well, perhaps I am. He's always treated me with such undisguised contempt
that it's only human that I should be a little prejudiced. But that's
neither here nor there--what is the point, Peter, is that he's too much up
at your place. Too much for his own good, too much for yours, and--too much
for--Clare's."
"Bobby!"
"Oh yes--I know I'm saying a serious thing--but you asked me for my advice
and I give it. I don't say that Cards means any harm but people will talk
and it wouldn't do you any damage in Clare's eyes either, Peter, if you
were to stand up to him a little."
Peter smiled. "Dear old Bobby! If any one else in the world had said such a
thing of course I should have been most awfully angry, but I've always
known how unfair you were about Cards. You never liked him, even in the
Dawson days. You just don't suit one another. But I tell you, Bobby, that
I'd trust Cards more than I'd trust any one in the world. Of course Clare
likes to be with him and of course he likes to be with her.
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