Edith looked at the clock.
'When am I going to see you again?' he asked in a rather exhausted voice.
'Whenever you like. What about taking you out for a drive next week?'
'Right.'
'I'll think over what you said,' said Edith casually as she stood up.
'What a funny little speech. You're impayable! Oh, you are a jolly girl!'
'"Jolly" girl,' repeated Edith, not apparently pleased. 'I'm thirty-five, with a boy at school and a growing girl of seven!'
'You think too much of the almanac. I'm forty-one, with a son at the front.'
'How on earth did you get your commissions?'
'In the usual way. Teddy and I told lies. He said he was eighteen and I said I was thirty-nine.'