There would not be.

All his pride and joy would be engrossed by the great fact that his battalion had increased its good name.
There was a closing sentence in Millie Splay's letter which brought another smile to his lips.
"_Linda Spavinsky is, alas, going as strong as ever.

She was married last week, in violet, as you will remember, to the Funeral March of a Marionette and already she is in the throes of domestic unhappiness.

Her husband, fleshy, of course, red in the face, and accustomed to sleep after dinner, simply_ WON'T _understand her._" Here again Hillyard was able to see the smile on Millicent Splay's face, but it was a smile rather rueful and it ended, no doubt, in a sigh of annoyance.

Hillyard himself was caught away to quite another scene.