Jove!" he went on, as he drank his wine, "I never thought I should
be such a pig as to care so much for eating and drinking!"
"And think what weeks of it you have before you?" Helen explained,
clapping her hands. "Philippa and I will have a new interest in
life--to make you fat."
He laughed.
"It won't be very difficult," he promised them. "I had several
months of semi-starvation before the miracle happened. It was all
just the chance of having had a pal up at Magdalen who's been
serving in the German Army--Bertram Maderstrom was his name. You
remember him, Philippa? He was a Swede in those days."
"What a dear he must have been to have remembered and to have been
so faithful!" Philippa observed, looking away for a moment.
"He's a real good sort," Felstead declared enthusiastically,
"although Heaven knows why he's turned German! He worked like a
slave for me. I dare say he didn't find it so difficult to get
me better quarters and a servant, and decent food, but when they
told me that I was free--well, it nearly knocked me silly."
"The dear fellow!" Philippa murmured pensively.
"Do you remember him, either of you?" Felstead continued. "Rather
good-looking he was, and a little shy, but quite a sportsman."
"I--seem to remember," Philippa admitted.
"The name sounds familiar," Helen echoed.
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