But I always thought he had his head screwed on, and his heart screwed in, or I never would have let him loose in a Swiss hotel.

As it was, I was only too glad for him to go with George Kennerley, who was as good at work at Eton as Bob was at games." In Catherine's tone, for all the books on her shelves, the pictures on her walls, there was no doubt at all as to which of the two an Eton boy should be good at, and I agreed sincerely with another nod.
"They were to read together for an hour or so every day.

I thought it would be a nice little change for Bob, and it was quite a chance; he must do a certain amount of work, you see.

Well, they only went at the beginning of the month, and already they have had enough of each other's society." "You don't mean that they've had a row ?" Catherine inclined a mortified head.
"Bob never had such a thing in his life before, nor did I ever know anybody who succeeded in having one with Bob.

It does take two, you know.