"She's fine."
"She is?"
"Yes."
"Will she hit it off with your mother?"
"Trust her."
"Well, then, I think I'll have one o' them cigarettes."
They smoked in taciturnity, nervous but relieved. They had said what they had to say to each other. After a time George remarked:
"I heard last night there was a chance of me being Vice-President of the Institute this year if I hadn't gone into the Army."
Mr. Clayhanger raised his eyebrows.
"That'll keep all right for later."