"Timmy and I went into the post-office last evening, and Cobbett asked me to go in, and see his wife.

I thought I remembered her so well--and when I saw her, Janet, I didn't know her! Then I asked after her boys--and she told me." "It's strange that a man who went through it all himself should feel like that," she said slowly.
The door opened suddenly and Rosamund's pretty head appeared: "There's a message come through saying that your car's all right, and that it will be along in about an hour," she exclaimed joyfully.

To Rosamund, Godfrey Radmore was in very truth a stranger, and a very attractive stranger at that.
As a rule, after breakfast, all the young people went their various ways, but this morning they were all hanging about waiting vaguely for Godfrey to come and do something with one or all of them.

Rosamund was longing to ask him whether he knew any of the London theatrical managers; Tom was wondering whether Godfrey would allow him to drive his car; Dolly and Timmy, as different in everything else as two human beings could well be, each desired to take him into the village and show him off to their friends.

The only one of the young people who was not really interested in Radmore was Jack Tosswill.