Then Guy and Mollie came in together. They looked happy, and I thought:
‘They will be married soon,’ and I was glad.
Mollie said:
‘We have run all the way from Notting Hill Gate, we thought we should be late.’
Guy said:
‘Ralph is later. A diplomat should know better.’
‘Does Ralph count as a diplomat now?’ asked Mollie.
Guy said:
‘Yes, of the fifteenth class, I believe.’
And every one laughed, for it was a joke against Ralph Freeman that he was very punctilious.