In the Doctor's car, therefore, they arrived at Drusilla's.
"We have come to tell you that we are going to be married."
"You Babes in the Wood!"
"Will you come to the wedding?
"Of course I'll come. Marion, do you hear? They are going to be married."
"And after that, Drusilla,"—he smiled as he phrased it—"your Tin Soldier will go to the wars."
Jean glanced from one to the other. "Is that what she called you—a Tin Soldier?"
"It is what I called myself."
Marion having come forward to say the proper thing, added, "Drusilla's going, too."
"Drusilla?"