“I must tell Daddy, Cyril. I meant to tell him something this morning, only I thought I'd better wait, in case you didn't.”
Morland answered: “Oh, Noel!” It was the staple of his conversation while they sat there.
Again a short hour passed, and Morland said:
“I shall go off my chump if we're not married before I go out.”
“How long does it take?”
“No time, if we hurry up. I've got six days before I rejoin, and perhaps the Chief will give me another week, if I tell him.”
“Poor Daddy! Kiss me again; a long one.”
When the long one was over, she said:
“Then I can come and be near you till you go out? Oh, Cyril!”
“Oh, Noel!”