“It seems hardly to have come to that,” the General admitted reluctantly.
“It all rather makes me like him,” Gertie affirmed courageously.
“I think that, on the whole, we may venture to know him in times of peace,” Mr. Naylor summed up.
“That’s your look out,” remarked the General. “I’ve warned you. You can do as you like.”
Delia Wall had sat silent through the story. Now she spoke up, and got back to the real point:
“There’s nothing in all that to show how he comes to be at Mr. Saffron’s.”
The General shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, Saffron be hanged! He’s not the British Army,” he said.