"Perhaps," he said to himself, "Gilbert's at home now. I wonder if he managed to get in!"
A man and a woman were standing at the corner of a street, talking, and he overheard them as he passed.
"'Illoa, Sarah," the man said, "w'ere you goin', eih?"
"Goin' roan' the awfices," she answered, "to see if I kin get a job o' charin'!"
"Gawblimey!" said the man, laughing at her.
"Well, you got to do somethink, 'aven't you? No good sittin' on your be'ind an' 'owlin' because there's a war on, is there?"
There was more of the spirit of England in that, Henry thought, than in Cecily's mitten-making....
Gilbert was not at home when he reached the Bloomsbury boarding-house. "Still trying, I suppose," Henry thought.
There was a telegram for him. His father was ill again, "seriously ill" was the message, and he was needed at home.
He hurriedly wrote a note to be given to Gilbert when he returned, in case he should not see him again, but before he had begun his packing, Gilbert came in.