“Indeed!” he said, looking at me. “But of course she will probably have a house of her own before long.”
“Very likely,” I said. “Although she has had a number of chances and always refuses.”
“Probably the right Person has not happened along,” he observed.
“Perhaps,” I said, in a signifacant tone. “Or perhaps he does not know he is the right Person.”
William, of whom more anon, was passing the ice cream just then. I refused it, saying:
“Not in war time.”
“Barbara,” mother said, stiffly. “Don’t be a silly. Eat your desert.”
As I do not like seens I then took a little, but no cake.
During dinner Leila made an observation which has somewhat changed my opinion of Carter Brooks. She said his mother did not want him to enlist which was why he had not. She has no other sons and probably never will have, being a widow.
I have now come to William.