“But hasn’t a bob, I understand,” remarked Eric. “Judy’s a brave girl if she doesn’t funk it. If only she had something of her own.…”
Madame Claire nodded.
“Yes, that would make all the difference. However, I’m certain nothing’s been said, and I rather think nothing will be said, unless …” But she changed her mind about finishing her sentence.
“And what’s your own news, Noel?” asked Eric. “Have you settled everything with Teal, about going to Germany?”
“Yes, thanks to you. Reparations Committee. And I haven’t spoken a word of German, except to Hun prisoners during the war, since I was at school. I don’t think it’s my line, but the screw’s fair, and it ought to be interesting, and besides, there aren’t too many things going for a poor cripple. I like Cecil Teal, in spite of his name.”
“When do you go?” Madame Claire asked.
“In three weeks. Do you think Judy’ll be back?”
“I’m certain she’ll come back.”
“That’s all right, then. Well, I must be off. Coming my way, Eric? I’m going to the club.”
As they were leaving, Madame Claire called Noel back.