Has your brother-in-law gone to business ?" "Oh, yes.

He and Stephen went at eight this morning." "Is your sister-in-law well.

God bless her!" shouted the Captain.
"Uncle, you _mustn't_ shout," remonstrated Camilla gently.
"I'm only exercising my voice,"-- and to Ailsa: "I neglect nothing, mental, physical, spiritual, that may be of the slightest advantage to my country in the hour when every respiration, every pulse beat, every waking thought shall belong to the Government which I again shall have the honour of serving." He bowed stiffly from the waist, to Ailsa, to his niece, turned right about, and marched off into the house, his white moustache bristling, his hair on end.
"Oh, dear," sighed Camilla patiently, "isn't it disheartening ?" "He is a dear," said Ailsa.

"I adore him." "Yes--if he'd only sleep at night.

I am very selfish I suppose to complain; he is so happy and so interested these days--only--I am wondering--if there ever _should_ be a war--would it break his poor old heart if he couldn't go?
They'll never let him, you know." Ailsa looked up, troubled: "You mean--_because_!" she said in a low voice.
"Well _I_ don't consider him anything more than delightfully eccentric." "Neither do I.