“Maybe he’ll be a general.”
“If it’s an hundred years’ war he’ll have time to try both of the services.”
“Don’t you want a drink?”
“No. It always makes you happy, darling, and it only makes me dizzy.”
“Didn’t you ever drink brandy?”
“No, darling. I’m a very old-fashioned wife.”
I reached down to the floor for the bottle and poured another drink.
“I’d better go to have a look at your compatriots,” Catherine said. “Perhaps you’ll read the papers until I come back.”
“Do you have to go?”
“Now or later.”