"Who? The girl!"
"The girl? You mean—the Netherby girl? Is that affaire still—?"
"Yes. Name of Clegg. You know what became of her, I suppose?"
"No. Roy has never been communicative on the subject, although I believe he used to maintain a correspondence with her. The junior members of the mess were quite intrigued about it. I had almost forgotten her existence. What became of her?"
"She couldn't stand Papa's peaceful principles, so ran away from home and came to London. I employed her to drive my car for some time; but she left me. Said the work wasn't hard enough. She now supports herself on the stage, so as to have her days free for some sort of drudgery in a canteen."
"And you think that she and Roy still—
"Married, last August!" replied his lordship simply.
"What?"
"On the quiet—registry office! Wonderful, heavenly secret, and all that! How the young love a clandestine romance! And some of us never grow up!" added the old man complacently.
CHAPTER XIX