“Is it a feasible plan?”
“It looks so to me. I will inquire into it.”
“Thanks.” He held out his hand. “We may not be quartered here very long. Miss Lowndes. I may never return; that’s part of the game, you know, but before I leave I should like to feel satisfied that our little Lucie is housed better than a goat or a rabbit.”
“All right,” returned Miss Lowndes smiling, “we will do our best, I promise you. It is quite within our rights, of course.”
“If it is a question of funds,” Philip began.
“Of course that is a consideration. We have none to spare, of course.”
“So I surmised. I’ll foot the bill if you will put the thing over. Is it a go?”
“So far as I am concerned it certainly is. Come in to-morrow morning and I shall be able to tell you more about it, and I think we’d better not say anything to Lucie about her father until she asks questions.”
“I agree with you. I’ll come in to-morrow.”
Miss Lowndes watched him striding down the street, an erect soldierly fellow. “What a nice man he is! what an awfully nice man,” she said half aloud. “I hope he will be billeted here for a long time, for Lucie’s sake,” she added, though back of that wish was one for herself.