"Oh, yes, I did," replied Roy gallantly. "Who could help it?"
"Well, you could—and did! I don't much like being in the same room with people who don't know I'm there. It's not safe. You walked straight through me the other afternoon, when you called to collect Marjorie. And the day before that, when I opened the door to you, you wiped your feet on me! I've had a wonderful week!"
With such blunt shafts of wit as these Miss Lyle ultimately provoked the lovers to a smile.
"That's better!" she said. "Now, next time you come home on leave, give us longer notice, and I will warn Leonard, or somebody, for duty. Then I shan't feel such an outsider."
Roy promised to do so.
"You will take care of Marjorie, won't you?" he added.
Miss Lyle favoured him with a gaze of withering wonder.
"You have been trying to take care of her yourself most of this week, haven't you?" she demanded.
"I have been doing my best," admitted Roy, cautiously.
"Very well, then! What happened? How did it end?"