"It's good. Don't you think so?" she asked on a tentative note of conciliation.
"Of course it is. Damned good," he answered gruffly.
"Eldred! Even if you are in a bad mood, you might control your language."
"I beg your pardon. It's exceedingly good. But you've had it long enough on hand. Shall you finish it to-day?"
"I don't think so. Why?"
"Because, though Dick isn't quite up to duty yet, he's fit to be back at mess again and in his own bungalow."
"Has he said anything about it?"
"No."
"And do you propose to tell him outright that he has been here long enough?"
"What I propose to say to him is my own affair. You needn't distress yourself on his account. Dick and I understand one another perfectly."