They allow themselves a little licence when young people come home on leave.
Colonel Wharton.
Did you meet in the village?
John.
Not exactly. I saw Sylvia darting into Mrs. Gann’s shop, evidently to avoid me....
Sylvia.
[Interrupting.] I don’t know how you imagined I could see you out of the back of my head.
John.
So I ran like a hare, and caught her in the very act of buying two pounds of vermicelli.
Sylvia.