They all laugh. Even Florence condescends to be amused.
"When may we expect this hero?" asks Guy, kindly.
"His leave begins next week," answers Lilian, looking at Lady Chetwoode. "If he might come then, it would be such a comfort to him."
"Of course he must come then," says Lady Chetwoode. "Do not let him lose a day of his precious leave. I remember when Guy was in the army how stingy they were about granting him a few days now and then."
"The Mater's 'few days' always meant eight months out of the twelve," says Cyril, laughing, "and anything like the abuse she used to shower upon the colonel because he didn't see it in the light that she did, was never heard. It is unfit for publication."
"Archibald Chesney is coming here the twenty-ninth," says Guy. "So you will be able to make choice between your two cousins."
"Is Archibald coming?" surprised. "But my choice is already made. No one shall ever get inside Taffy in my affections."
"Thrice blessed Taffy," says Cyril. "See what it is to be a young and gallant plunger!"
"That wouldn't weigh with me," says Lilian, indignantly.