‘Good-bye. Oh, by the way’——
‘What?’
‘Will you come to tea again?’
‘Delighted.... Good-bye.’ And away she and her sister went—a couple of dream-pictures in the garb of the V.A.D.
As they disappeared I turned to Beefy and said, ‘Well, old chap, what about women now?’
‘Marvellous! Marvellous!’
I thought so too, for I had been thinking hard about Adela.
Was she flirting with the Australians?