"But I want to go and help the poor dear fellows, and to cheer them and make their time pleasanter."
"I said you would be an ideal convalescent nurse. But what would become of the pigs?"
"Oh, Edward could look after them. I think too little attention has been paid to the poor boys who are getting well. I could read to them and write their letters home for them," and she looked pathetically sympathetic.
"Hubble-bubble, toil and trouble," quoted Sir Antony.
"Who for?" laughed Lord Tilchester, in his rough, gruff way.
"The recipients of the letters, who would certainly receive them in the wrong envelopes," said Sir Antony. "I think, Tilchester, you had better persuade Babykins to stay in England, for the sake of the peace of many respectable and innocent families."
"How wicked you are to me," flashed Babykins.
"Just what you deserve," chuckled Lord Tilchester.
"What tiresome nonsense these people talk," said Sir Antony, calmly, to me. "You and I were in the middle of an interesting problem discussion, were we not? And now I have lost the thread."
"It does not in the least matter," I said.