“It’s a dud sort of place, Durdlebury,” said he.
“Dud?”
He laughed. “It never goes off.”
“You used to say, in your letters, that you longed for it.”
“Perhaps I do now—in a way. I don’t know.”
“I bet you’ll settle down there after the war, just as though nothing had happened.”
“I wonder,” said Doggie.
“Of course you will. Do you remember our plans for the reconstruction of Denby Hall, which were knocked on the head? All that’ll have to be gone into again.”
“That doesn’t mean that we need curl ourselves up there for ever like caterpillars in a cabbage.”