"It's all right," he said. "I've joined. I've had a week's leave.... I'm damned tired!"
"My father's ill again, Gilbert. I've just had a telegram, and I'm going back to-night!..."
"I'm awf'lly sorry, Quinny!" Gilbert said, quickly sympathetic.
"I met Jimphy at Charing Cross. He's in khaki. He took me back to tea. Cecily's making mittens!..."
"She would," said Gilbert.
"She told me to tell you to go and see her!"
"Did she, indeed?"
"You'll stay here, I suppose," Henry went on, "until you're called up?" Gilbert nodded his head. "Let me know what happens to you afterwards, will you?"
"Righto!"