He sat down and began to take off his boots. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were flushed. She thought he had been drinking.
“Have you been enjoying yourself?” she asked, with a smile.
“Yes, I’ve had a ripping time.”
Philip was quite sober, but he had been talking and laughing, and he was excited still. An evening of that sort reminded him of the old days in Paris. He was in high spirits. He took his pipe out of his pocket and filled it.
“Aren’t you going to bed?” she asked.
“Not yet, I’m not a bit sleepy. Lawson was in great form. He talked sixteen to the dozen from the moment I got there till the moment I left.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Heaven knows! Of every subject under the sun. You should have seen us all shouting at the tops of our voices and nobody listening.”
Philip laughed with pleasure at the recollection, and Mildred laughed too. She was pretty sure he had drunk more than was good for him. That was exactly what she had expected. She knew men.
“Can I sit down?” she said.