What was the use of that?
When she got off her bed to go down to lunch she felt as if only one thing could do her good, and that was to have Val home.

He--her eldest boy--who was to go to Oxford next month at James' expense, was at Littlehampton taking his final gallops with his trainer for Smalls, as he would have phrased it following his father's diction.

She caused a telegram to be sent to him.
"I must see about his clothes," she said to Imogen; "I can't have him going up to Oxford all anyhow.

Those boys are so particular." "Val's got heaps of things," Imogen answered.
"I know; but they want overhauling.

I hope he'll come." "He'll come like a shot, Mother.