Muriel, adjusting her pink shoulder strap, answered:
"Oh, just his getting brought back to Blighty again after he'd had only three weeks in Salonika!"
Harry? In England? The first I'd heard of it. Yes; naturally she'd know and I shouldn't. But it was bitter!
"Apparently the General can't do without him," she went on. "I expect Harry's jolly glad to get back to London. I had a note this morning from him; forwarded. Of course he tore up to see me as soon as he arrived."
"Of course he would!" said I, with quite a successful laugh.
Muriel, watching my face, said:
"I expect you know I saw a lot of him after that night you introduced him at 'Romance'——"
"Oh, I knew." Didn't I! I nodded quite cheerfully at this pretty, prosperous girl who had written that letter to me in the spring.
Through the confused chatter of the crowded room Muriel spoke confidentially.
"He—— Well, between ourselves, he went absolutely mad about me, you know. Proposed and proposed——"