“Five, then?”

“No.”

“Four?”

“No.”

“By three years, then?”

“Well, perhaps you may outlive me by three! But listen, Jason. I wish you’d let me run up for a minute to your room, before they all come in. May I do that?” And he began to move to the door. Jason rose quickly to his feet and followed him. His expression was grave and extremely perturbed.

“I’d go to Darnley’s room if I were you,” he said eagerly. “The basin’s much grander there than in mine. But, of course, if you’re nervous of doing anything in there⁠ ⁠… and would feel happier in mine⁠ ⁠… but mine wouldn’t suit you⁠ ⁠… It’s not in your style.”