He told Mrs. Price that they were very nice quarters. Then came something I hadn't expected. I heard Mrs. Price give a curiously mischievous little chuckle. It ran through her voice as she asked the next question:
"More than enough room there, isn't there, Captain Holiday, for a bachelor?"
This was a hint, I know, smiling and plainly meant! Not only that, but I felt her smile taking in myself as well as him.
She was as bad as Elizabeth. I was glad my back was towards both of them.
Captain Holiday's cool voice replied:
"Quite. That's why I'm having some people down to stay with me. Must have a house-party for the concert. You know we're getting up a concert at the hospital, Mrs. Price. Yes, I'm expecting a wounded pal of mine down in a day or so."
Mrs. Price's soft voice broke in to speak to me.
"Tired, Joan? Rest a minute, just——"
I moved into a more comfortable position, giving a look round before I bent to my task again.
The young "Must-know-all," as the nursery phrase has it, was still watching my fingers. What was it in his slight smile that seemed to prompt me to what I did next?