“They will give us hell going across the Bay. It’s always worse at sea. No one is away on late leave.”
“Oh, what does it matter now? Next week we shall be out of it. Think, sleeping in a bed, and people who don’t shout, and no tidying up the Gunroom, and no Krame for days on end!”
“And London....”
“And pictures, and carpets, and flowers....”
“And think of meeting a lady again!” said Fane-Herbert.
They laughed at him for that. “Aren’t there ladies at Gib.?”
“Yes; but they know the difference between a Lieutenant and a Wart. I mean a—a civilian lady.... By the way, Lynwood, you must come round and see my mother and sister. Why not stay with us in Town the first night of leave, and go down to your own home the next day?”
John nodded. “Thanks, I should like to.... Think of a day with no routine!”
And they laughed again.