“Oh, did you really?” he said.
“Yes, why not? But he’ll send you to be swished just the same if you bore him.”
David got out of his chair.
“Well, I’ll try not to,” he said; “so I’d better get on with those lines.”
“Perhaps you had. I must work, too. And don’t get any more. You’ve only got to stump along, and be ordinary. By the by, I’ve got a racquet court to-morrow at twelve, and I can’t use it. You may have it if you like.”
“Oh, ripping,” said David. “Tooth out first, then racquets. Thanks awfully.”
He lingered a moment.
“What jolly good days those were at Naseby,” he said.
“I know that. They’re all alive too. There’ll be lots more of it.”
David put his hands on Frank’s shoulders, as they stood together for a moment by the fireplace.