"Oh, to-day the Ogre gave a luncheon party."
John guessed that the Ogre was her unprepossessing husband.
"The Ogre gave a luncheon party, and among others we had Lady Rachel Marlin, a delightful chatterbox. Her husband's in the Navy, you know. I could listen to her talk for hours."
"I don't doubt it," thought John.
"After tea," resumed she, "I went to my Red Cross work."
John was wary. The fact that she did Red Cross work surprised him, but possibly Treves had been aware of the fact, and it would be unsafe for him to express his surprise.
There was silence for a moment until John hit on a safe question.
"Do you go to the same place?" he inquired.
"Oh, yes, the Officers' Hospital, you know. They are such dear, delightful fellows."
She told him no more about the Officers' Hospital, and he put another question.