"Only Bovril, but please don't let it be known," was the reply, and then Doris and I were alone.
I have never been one of those people who kiss and tell, so I will pass over the next minute; but after some business of no importance, she put her hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the face.
"John," she said, "there is something up!"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't exactly know, but there is something up. I can feel it—and something has happened, too, that I have got to tell you about. Before the Doctor left this morning, he told Marjorie that Mr. Jones had fallen in love with her and that she would have to marry him after the war was over, when he has straightened out his business affairs."
"Good Lord!" I said, "that thing? Why——"
"What have you got against him?" she asked quickly. "He's wealthy, the Doctor says, he has got good manners; of course, he's older than Marjorie, but he's not an old man. I thought you said you rather liked him?"
"I did say so, and I liked him better than ever after meeting him this morning. You know I had breakfast with the Doctor?"
"I know, and there is something up. Something to do with your brother—I am certain of it. But why do you object to Mr. Jones for Marjorie?"
"What does Marjorie say herself?"