“Lord, there’s Jelf,” said Robin. “Hi, Jelf!”
He turned and wheeled and saluted again.
“Mother, this is Mr. Jelf,” said Robin. “He’s doing the job thoroughly, as I told you, not like Jim and me. How are you, old boy? Been lecturing about your love for the Huns lately? Do you remember that Sunday afternoon?”
Jelf laughed.
“Yes, when the Hun woman told us of the invincibility of the German army. Wonder if she’s right. Lady Gurtner, wasn’t it?”
Lady Grote interrupted.
“Do come and see me, Mr. Jelf,” she said. “Come and dine to-morrow, won’t you? Robin, I must go; my motor is stopping the entire traffic. Good-night, darling, and thank you and Mr. Lethbridge for a lovely evening. I’ve enjoyed it immensely. Let’s have another very soon.”
“Rather. But aren’t you going down to Grote all October?”
“I’ve made no definite plan,” said she.
“Make a definite plan then to stop in town. You would be bored stiff down there.”