"Till the towel slipped off: not then, I hope," said Tommy dryly.
"I don't suppose he'd have minded—would you, Peter?"
"Not a bit," said Peter cheerfully—"on the contrary."
"I don't know if you two are aware that you are positively indecent," said Tommy. "Let's change the subject. What's your news, Captain Graham?"
Peter smiled in the dark to himself. "Well," he said, "not much, but I'm hoping for leave soon. I've pushed in for it, and our Adjutant told me this morning he thought it would go through."
"Lucky man! I've got to wait three months. But yours ought to be about now, Julie."
"I think it ought," said Julie shortly. Then: "What about the menu-cards,
Peter? Would you like me to help you choose them?"
"Would you?" said he eagerly. "To-morrow?"
"I'm on duty at five o'clock, but I can get off for an hour in the afternoon. Could you come, Tommy?"
"No. Sorry; but I must write letters. I haven't written one for ages."