"Uncle Soames and your dad—bit awkward, isn't it?"
"She won't know, and he won't know, and nothing must be said, of course. It's only for five days, Val."
"Stable secret! Righto!" If Holly thought it safe, it was. Glancing slyly round at him, she said: "Did you notice how beautifully she asked herself?"
"No!"
"Well, she did. What do you think of her, Val?"
"Pretty, and clever; but she might run out at any corner if she got her monkey up, I should say."
"I'm wondering," Holly murmured, "whether she is the modern young woman. One feels at sea coming home into all this."
"You? You get the hang of things so quick."
Holly slid her hand into his coat-pocket.
"You keep one in the know," said Val, encouraged. "What do you think of that Belgian fellow, Profond?"