"Won't you catch a chill?"
"I'm never cold," said Queen. It was true. "I shall always come up here for raids in future."
"You seem to be enjoying it."
"I love it. I love it. I only thought of it to-night. It's the next best thing to being a man and being at the Front. It is being at the Front."
Her face was little more than a pale, featureless oval to him in the gloom, but he could divine from the vibrations of her voice that she was as ecstatic as a young maid at her first dance.
"And what about that business interview that you've just asked for on the 'phone?" G.J. acidly demanded.
"Oh, we'll come to that later. We wanted a man here—not to save us, only to save us from ourselves—and you were the best we could think of, wasn't he, Con? But you've not heard about my next bazaar, G.J., have you?"
"I thought it was a Pageant."
"I mean after that. A bazaar. I don't know [244] yet what it will be for, but I've got lots of the most topping ideas for it. For instance, I'm going to have a First-Aid Station."
"What for? Air-raid casualties?"