She had not met him at the station.

He had tramped home with his kit-bag on his back--and the cracked head was his reception.

He supposed she had had a lot of easy money and had given way to temptation--and "And what's a man to do, sir ?" "I'm sure I don't know, Corporal," said I."It's damned hard lines on you.

But, at any rate, you can look upon this as your home for as long as you like to stay." "Thank you kindly, sir," said he.
I turned and beckoned to Betty and Marigold, who had been hovering out of earshot by the house door.

They approached.
"I want to have a word with Marigold," I said.
Tufton saluted and went off with Betty.