'Thank you. Excuse me. Are you the son of Mr. Aylmer Ross?'
'I am. And I know you quite well by your photograph,' he said in exactly Aylmer's pleasant, casual voice. 'You were a great friend of my father's, weren't you?'
'Yes. Where are you now?'
He was at Aldershot, but was in town on leave.
'And where's your father?'
'Didn't you know? My father's at the front. He's coming over on leave, too, in a fortnight.'
'Really? And are you still at Jermyn Street?'
'Oh yes. Father let his house for three years, but we've come back again. Jolly little house, isn't it?'
'Very. And I hope we shall see you both,' said Edith conventionally.
The boy bowed, smiled and walked away so quickly that Archie had no time for the salute he had prepared.