“Dear Peter's growing up.”
“Yes,” said Bobby. “My sweet young brother wants the most beautiful kicking and he'll get it very soon.” Then he looked at the clock. “I must go up and dress.”
“I'm rather glad,” said Alice, “I'm not coming. Clare gets considerably on my nerves just at present.”
“Yes,” said Bobby, “but thank God Mr. Cardillac's in Paris—for the time being.” Then he added, reflectively—
“Dear old Peter—bless him!”