'Not till we get more guns, and tons more shell!'
'Oh, the country's waking up!'
'It's about time!' said Sarratt, gravely, as he climbed into the car.
Sir William bent towards him.
'Anything that we can do to help your wife and her sister, during their stay here, you may be sure we shall do.'
'It's very kind of you,' said the young officer gratefully, as he grasped Farrell's hand. And Nelly sent a shy glance of thanks towards the speaker, while Bridget sat erect and impassive.
Sir William watched them disappear, and then returned to the tea-room.
He was received with a burst of laughter from his sister.
'Well, Willy, so you're caught—fairly caught! What am I to do? When am
I to ask her? And the sister too?'
And lighting another cigarette, Cicely looked at her brother with mocking eyes.
Farrell reddened a little, but kept his temper.
'In a week or two I should think, you might ask her, when she's got over her husband's going away.'