"You must have thought me rather a slacker sometimes," he said. "But really there wasn't anything to urge a fellow on at home. Perhaps I'll tumble into my own niche some day. Who knows? Would you be glad, Lorraine, if you saw me doing decently?"
"Glad? Of course I should!"
"I didn't know whether you'd worry your head one way or another about it, or care twopence whether I went to the dogs or not!"
"Don't be silly! You're not going to the dogs."
"I might—if nobody was sufficiently interested in me to mind."
"Heaps of people are interested!"
"One doesn't want people in heaps—I prefer interest singly. By the by, if you've any time to spare, you might write to a fellow now and again. I'll want letters in camp."
"All serene! I'll send you one sometimes."
"Just to remind me of home."
"Morland! I believe you've got home-sickness as badly as Claudia. You'll be back at Porthkeverne before long, unless I'm greatly mistaken!"