'Yes, long ago.'
'How long?'
'Oh, two years and more.'
'Dear, kind old Granny. She was very good to me.'
I said nothing.
'Do you think your father is getting better?' he asked presently.
'No, I don't. He never will be better.'
Cuthbert looked down at me in his old kind way.
'Poor old Will, you have had troubles even here at home.'
'Yes, one doesn't need to go to the wars for that,' I answered.