"And what is that?" from Mrs. Fox.
"About 'glass houses and stones.'"
"If that is meant for me, thanks, awfully! But so many panes have already been broken, that I am most indifferent to stones," Mrs. Fox returned languidly as she smiled on the company, who laughed in embarrassment.
"So it would appear," murmured Mrs. Ironsides to a friend.
"Hateful creature!" Honor snapped in Tommy's ear as he handed her a ball.
Jack, playing on the other side with Mr. Ironsides for his partner, had deteriorated so much of late that Tommy and Honor, who had both a genuine regard for him, were much exercised in mind.
He had lost his frank look and easy good-humour; was rarely to be seen at the Club without Mrs. Fox, whom he usually drove down in a side car attached to his motor cycle, a recent purchase,—and was no longer the same man. A constraint had arisen between him and his chum who poured out his fears to Honor in the hope of receiving advice and comfort, but he had succeeded only in alarming her.
"Can't anything be done to save him, Tommy?"
"I can't think of anything, unless Meredith gets him transferred at once."
"But who's to suggest that?"