With Billy, with Andy, as with old Jack, the Nun found enthusiasm enough and to spare.
"How perfectly ripping an idea!" cried Billy. "Because Harry's governor had asked me to stay a fortnight at Halton, and do half a dozen more meetings; and I'm going to. And Andy'll be down here too. Why, we shall all be together! You come, Doris!"
Her hurt feelings found expression. "Harry didn't seem to want me when I spoke to him about it."
Billy Foot looked at her curiously. "Oh, didn't he?" Andy had moved off with Jack Rock. "It's a funny thing, but I don't think he wants me at Halton. He was far from enthusiastic. If you ask me, Doris, there's something wrong with him. Overworked, I suppose. Oh, but he can't be; these little meetings are no trouble."
"If I want to come, I shall. Only one doesn't like the idea that one's friends are ashamed—"
"Oh, rot, it can't be that! That's not a bit like Harry."
"He's engaged now, you know."
"Well, I can't see why that should make any difference. He's got the blues over something or other; never mind him. You come, you and Sally."
She lowered her voice. "Can it be because of poor old Sally?"
"Oh, I don't think so. He's always been awfully kind about that wretched old business."