"Good-bye, little Galahad," she said.
The Captain stared. "Oh, I say, do you call him that?"
She nodded.
"He's a knight in shining armor—"
"I can't understand why he's not fightin'."
"Nobody understands. There's something back of it, and meantime people are calling him a coward—"
"Doesn't look like a slacker."
"He isn't. I have sometimes thought," said wise Drusilla, "that it might be his father. He's a gay old bird, and Derry has to jack him up."
"Drink?"
"Yes. They say that Derry has followed him night after night—getting him home if he could; if not, staying with him."