"I didn't know you'd come home, sir," he said, "until I saw the suit-case." He saw Joan, and his eyes rounded.
"I was just going to ring," said Martin.

"We want some breakfast.

Will you see to it, please ?" Alone again, Martin held out his hand to Joan, in an odd, boyish way.

And she took it, boyishly too.

"Thank you, Marty, dear," she said.