Lost had never been a particularly affecting condition to Ewart, who enjoyed his wanderings, whether or not he knew where he was going, but he could see the young lady was quite beset by it. He could scarcely bear to see such torment on a young person’s face. The young worried too much these days: they did not seem to know that not giving a damn about anything was what being young was about.
“Now, now, I’m sure he can’t possibly have changed career since you last spoke to him,” Ewart said jovially, referring obliquely to her quizzical tone, as though she wasn’t convinced any of what she was saying was true. “Education, we’ll need the lift for that,” he continued with an airy gesture of his banana-hand, “but I’ll wager we’ll be able to track him down eventually.”
“Ewart Fraser,” he introduced himself as a cheerful aside, offering her a bow (Uncle Bob giving a screech as he clung on tightly to Ewart’s shoulders), before ushering her politely into the lift whose doors had just cranked open.
“Now, now, I’m sure he can’t possibly have changed career since you last spoke to him,” Ewart said jovially, referring obliquely to her quizzical tone, as though she wasn’t convinced any of what she was saying was true. “Education, we’ll need the lift for that,” he continued with an airy gesture of his banana-hand, “but I’ll wager we’ll be able to track him down eventually.”
“Ewart Fraser,” he introduced himself as a cheerful aside, offering her a bow (Uncle Bob giving a screech as he clung on tightly to Ewart’s shoulders), before ushering her politely into the lift whose doors had just cranked open.
