But it is probable that, as the boy grew up, Mark's designs for his future were based on his own interests as much as those of his cousin, and that a suitably educated Matthew Cayley of twenty-three was felt by him to be a useful property for a man in his position; a man, that is to say, whose vanities left him so little time for his affairs.
Cayley, then, at twenty-three, looked after his cousin's affairs.
By this time Mark had bought the Red House and the considerable amount of land which went with it.
Cayley superintended the necessary staff.
His duties, indeed, were many.
He was not quite secretary, not quite land-agent, not quite business-adviser, not quite companion, but something of all four.
Mark leant upon him and called him "Cay," objecting quite rightly in the circumstances to the name of Matthew.
Cay, he felt was, above all, dependable; a big, heavy-jawed, solid fellow, who didn't bother you with unnecessary talk-a boon to a man who liked to do most of the talking himself.
Cayley was now twenty-eight, but had all the appearance of forty, which was his patron's age.
Spasmodically they entertained a good deal at the Red House, and Mark's preference-call it kindliness or vanity, as you please-was for guests who were not in a position to repay his hospitality.