"Max explained your absence.

How's the head ?" "Oh, it's all right now.

Nick, how soon will Dad and Muriel get your letters ?" "The day after to-morrow," said Nick.
She took his hand and squeezed it.

"And we shall hear--when ?" "On Thursday night--with luck," said Nick.
She carried the hand impulsively to her lips.

"Nick, you are a darling!" He laughed.