'But of course you will--I know you will.' Chicksands shrugged his shoulders.
'I shall do my best.

But you know as well as I do that he's a queer customer when it comes to anything connected with the war.' The girl looked behind her to make sure that the old butler of the house had retired discreetly out of earshot.
'But he can't quarrel with _you_, father!' 'I hope not--for your sake.' 'Must you really tackle him ?' 'Well, I thought I was the person to do it.

It's quite certain nobody else could make anything of it.' Privately Beryl disagreed, but she made no comment.
'Aubrey seems to be pretty worried,' she said, in a depressed tone, as she turned away.
'I don't wonder.

He should have brought up his father better.

Well, good-bye, dear.