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‘Was she? She told me to-day that–no, it couldn’t have been to-day.’

‘You have been fancying you saw them, I suppose.’ She grows tremulous again. ‘You will be nice to them, John, won’t you, and wish them luck? They have their trials before them.’

He says eagerly, ‘Tell me what to do, Ellen.’

‘Don’t say anything about Billy boy, John.’

‘No, no, let’s pretend.’

‘And I wouldn’t talk about the garden, John; just in case he is a little touchy about that.’

The Colonel is beginning to fancy himself as a tactician. ‘Not a word!’

She knows what is the way to put him on his mettle. ‘You see, I’m sure I would make a mess of it, so I’m trusting to you, John.’

He is very pleased, ‘Leave it all to me, Ellen. I’ll be frightfully sly. You just watch me.’

She goes to the window and calls to the married couple. Captain Dering, in khaki, is a fine soldierly figure. Barbara, in her Red Gross uniform, is quiet and resourceful. An artful old boy greets them. ‘Congratulations, Barbara. No, no, none of your handshaking; you don’t get past an old soldier in that way. Excuse me, young man.’ He kisses Barbara and looks at his wife to make sure that she is admiring him, ‘And to you, Captain Dering–you have won a prize.’

A gallant gentleman answers, ‘I know it; I’ll try to show I know it.’

The Colonel is perturbed. ‘I haven’t given Barbara a wedding present, Ellen, I should like—-‘

Barbara breaks in, ‘Indeed you have, dear, and a lovely one. You haven’t forgotten?’

Granny signs to the Colonel and he immediately says, with remarkable cunning, ‘Oh–that! I was just quizzing you, Barbara. I hope you will be as happy, dear, staid Barbara, as if you had married—-‘ He sees that he has nearly given away the situation. He looks triumphantly at granny as much as to say, ‘Observe me; I’m not going to say a word about him.’

Granny comes to his aid. ‘Perhaps Captain Dering has some little things to do: and you, too, Barbara. They are leaving in an hour, John.’

For a moment the Colonel is again in danger. ‘If you would like to take Barbara into the garden, Captain Dering—-‘ He recovers himself instantly. ‘No, not the garden, you wouldn’t know your way about in the garden.’

‘Wouldn’t I, Colonel?’ the Captain says, smiling.

The answer is quite decisive. ‘No, certainly not. I’ll show it you some day.’

He makes gleeful signs to granny. ‘But there is a nice meadow just beyond the shrubbery. Barbara knows the way; she often went there with–‘ He checks himself. Granny signs to them to go, and Barbara, kisses both the Colonel’s hands. ‘The Captain will be jealous, you know,’ he says, twinkling.

‘Let me, dear,’ says Barbara, arranging his cushions professionally.

Granny nods. ‘She is much better at it than I am now, John.’

The Colonel has one last piece of advice to give. ‘I wouldn’t go down by the stream, Barbara–not to the pool where the alder is. There’s–there’s not a good view there, sir; and a boy–a boy I knew, he often–nobody in particular–just a boy who used to come about the house–he is not here now–he is on duty. I don’t think you should go to the alder pool, Barbara.’

‘We won’t go there, dear.’ She and her husband go out, and the Colonel scarcely misses them, he is so eager to hear what his wife thinks of him.

‘Did I do all right, Ellen?’

‘Splendidly. I was proud of you.’

He exults. ‘I put them completely off the scent! They haven’t a notion! I can be very sly, you know, at times. Ellen, I think I should like to have that alder tree cut down. There is no boy now, you see.’

‘I would leave it alone, John. There will be boys again. Shall I read to you; you like that, don’t you?’

‘Yes, read to me–something funny, if you please. About Sam Weller! No, I expect Sam has gone to the wars. Read about Mr. Pickwick. He is very amusing. I feel sure that if he had tried to catch the bull-trout he would have fallen in. Just as Barbara did this morning.’

‘Barbara?’

‘She is down at the alder pool. Billy is there with that nice German boy. The noise they make, shouting and laughing!’

She gets from its shelf the best book for war-time. ‘Which bit shall I read?’

‘About Mr. Pickwick going into the lady’s bedroom by mistake.’

‘Yes, dear, though you almost know it by heart. You see, you have begun to laugh already.’

‘You are laughing too, Ellen. I can’t help it!’

She begins to read; they are both chuckling.