"What time is he coming?"
"He's not coming." Elena laughed.
"Not coming?" the colonel repeated blankly.
"No. You're going to see him."
"Indeed!"
"You see, Guardie, he is a chip off the old block."
"It begins to look like he's the whole block," the Colonel remarked, dryly.
"Can you blame him after the way you acted?"
"I can't say I do, much. I like a boy of spirit——"
"And individuality—that's your own pet idea Guardie."