"That is what he says. His point of
view is so impossible that I can not even discuss it with him."
"It's the rummest go I ever came across," Richard remarked
reminiscently. "I should have said that old Henry would have been
up and at 'em at the Admiralty before the first gun was fired."
"On the contrary," Philippa rejoined, "he took advantage of the
war to hire a Scotch moor at half-price, about a week after
hostilities had commenced."
"It's a rum go," Richard repeated. "I can't fancy Henry as a
skulker. Forgive me, Philippa," he added.
"You are entirely forgiven," she assured him drily.
"He comes of such a fine fighting stock," Richard mused. "I
suppose his health is all right?"
"His health," Philippa declared, "is marvellous. I should think
he is one of the strongest men I know."
Her brother patted her hand.
"You've been making rather a trouble of it, old girl," he said
affectionately. "It's no good doing that, you know. You wait and
let me have a talk with Henry."
"I think," she replied, "that nearly everything possible has already
been said to him."
"Perhaps you've put his back up a bit," Richard suggested, "and he
may really be on the lookout for something all the time."
"It has been a long search!" Philippa retorted, with quiet sarcasm.
"Let us talk about something else.
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