"I've made you do some work for the good cause to-night, Doris," he remarked. "A song or two goes jolly well at a meeting."
"Thinking of enlisting me in your own service?" she asked.
"You'd be uncommon valuable. The man they're putting up against me has got a pretty wife." Billy allowed himself a glance; it met with inadequate appreciation.
"Oh, I'll come and sing for you if you ask me, Billy." Her voice sounded absent. She was enjoying the motion and the air, but her thoughts were with Vivien Wellgood, the girl who had been so kind, and whose eyes had gone blank when the Nun wished her happiness.
"Yes, Harry's off colour," said Billy, puffing away with much enjoyment. "He can't take anything right; didn't even like your story!"
"Why, you brought it in so cleverly, Billy!"
"Harry asked me what I thought they'd make of that kind of rot. It seemed to me they took it all right. Rather liked it, didn't they?"
The Nun turned to him suddenly. "That girl isn't happy."
"There's something up!" Billy concluded.
"Do you know that Miss Vintry well?"