"Wonderfully. Her convalescence has been remarkably short. More remarkable still is the fact that she has neglected to mention her illness to any one."
"How soon does she go back?"
The blue eyes met his eyes in frank merriment.
"Not until she has finished informing my mother of the present London code of chaperonage."
Weldon raised his brows.
"Then I shall find her here, when I come back at the end of the war."
She made no pretence of misunderstanding him.
"Are you so much less strict in Canada?"
"We are—different," he confessed. "Miss Arthur's lorgnette would be impossible with us. I don't mean the lorgnette itself; but the acute accent which she contrives to give to it. Mrs. Scott is more of a colonial matron."
"Dear little lady! Have you seen her since she landed?"