"Going back tomorrow or the next day. I must be in Town on the night of the 18th."
"That the day he's expected?"
"Yes, at eleven o'clock."
"Wish I could be there to give him a cheer when he comes in."
Isabel slipped an arm through Flora's.
"It's great of you to be so keen," she said.
"Think so," Flora replied. "Jolly sporting of you not to mind. We've got a bit of a 'pash' on Mr. Anthony, you know."
"I thought you had," said Isabel sympathetically.
"Kind of hero worship it is. Nothing to bother about 'cos as matter of fact we're all engaged—'cept Cook who hates men. But even Cook can't help admiring him. Be a sport and let us know if he gets through all right. You could 'phone."
"I will."