She shrugged her shoulders but gave him a pleasant little nod as he stepped into the taxi.
“Sober old stick, Thomson,” her brother observed, as they started off. “I didn’t like his pulling me up like that but I expect he was right.”
“I don’t see what business it was of his and I think it was rather horrid of him,” Olive declared. “As though Gerry or I mattered!”
“A chap like Thomson hasn’t very much discretion, you see,” Ralph Conyers remarked. “You’ll have to wake him up a bit, Gerry, if you mean to get any fun out of life.”
There was just the faintest look of trouble in Geraldine’s face. She remained perfectly loyal, however.
“Some of us take life more seriously than others,” she sighed. “Hugh is one of them. When one remembers all the terrible things he must have seen, though, it is very hard to find fault with him.”
They turned into the Square and paused before Olive’s turning.
“You’re coming down with me, Ralph, and you too, Geraldine?” she invited.
Conyers shook his head regretfully.
“I’m due at the Admiralty at four to receive my final instructions,” he said. “I must move along at once.”