"Why didn't you bring him in to dinner ?" "Well, we didn't get back until nearly eight," Geraldine reminded her father.

"I didn't think he'd have time to change and get back here comfortably." "Fine young chap, that," Sir Seymour remarked.

"The very best type of young English soldier.

We could do with lots like him." Geraldine left the room without remark.

She could hear her father rustling his paper as she disappeared.
"Can't think why Geraldine didn't pick up with a smart young fellow like Granet instead of an old stick like Thomson," he grumbled.