"God bless you, Uncle Bob," she said.

"You _do_ understand." And the two went in together.
Hilda opened the door of the study.

"I'm going to make you comfortable myself," she said.

She pulled a big armchair round; placed a reading-lamp on a small table and drew it close; and she made the old soldier sit in the chair.

Then she unlocked a little cupboard, and got out a decanter and siphon and glass, and a box of cigars.