"What an idiot I am! It's Ronnie we are waiting for.

One can't be cross with him, poor fellow.

He can only just get about." The fair girl, who had overheard, leaned across.

The shade of newly awakened interest in her face, and the curve of her lips as she spoke, added to her charm.

A gleam of sunlight flashed upon the yellow-gold of her plainly coiled hair.
"Is it your nephew, Captain Ronald Granet, who is coming ?" she asked a little eagerly.
Lady Anselman nodded.
"He only came home last Tuesday with dispatches from the front," she said.