He was a good fellow, and no more touchy as to personal dignity than the majority of men of his age and class.

But he was accustomed to be treated with a certain deference, and in Miss Bremerton's manner there was none whatever.
'Well, good-bye, Pamela.

I mustn't miss your father.

When are you coming over to see Beryl ?' 'How am I to get there ?' said the girl with a sudden laugh.
'Oh, I see, you've got no petrol allowance ?' 'How should we?
Nobody's doing any war work here.' There was an odd note in the speaker's voice.
'Why don't you join Beryl in her canteen work ?' said Sir Henry abruptly.
'I don't know.' 'She wants help badly.

She passes your gate on her way to Fallerton.
She could pick you up, and bring you back.' 'Yes,' said Pamela.