Tommy ordered tea and buns.  Tuppence ordered tea and buttered toast.

“And mind the tea comes in separate teapots,” she added severely.

Tommy sat down opposite her.  His bared head revealed a shock of exquisitely slicked-back red hair.  His face was pleasantly ugly—­nondescript, yet unmistakably the face of a gentleman and a sportsman.  His brown suit was well cut, but perilously near the end of its tether.

They were an essentially modern-looking couple as they sat there.  Tuppence had no claim to beauty, but there was character and charm in the elfin lines of her little face, with its determined chin and large, wide-apart grey eyes that looked mistily out from under straight, black brows.  She wore a small bright green toque over her black bobbed hair, and her extremely short and rather shabby skirt revealed a pair of uncommonly dainty ankles.  Her appearance presented a valiant attempt at smartness.

The tea came at last, and Tuppence, rousing herself from a fit of meditation, poured it out.

“Now then,” said Tommy, taking a large bite of bun, “let’s get up-to-date.  Remember, I haven’t seen you since that time in hospital in 1916.”

“Very well.”  Tuppence helped herself liberally to buttered toast.  “Abridged biography of Miss Prudence Cowley, fifth daughter of Archdeacon Cowley of Little Missendell, Suffolk.  Miss Cowley left the delights (and drudgeries) of her home life early in the war and came up to London, where she entered an officers’ hospital.  First month:  Washed up six hundred and forty-eight plates every day.  Second month:  Promoted to drying aforesaid plates.  Third month:  Promoted to peeling potatoes.  Fourth month:  Promoted to cutting bread and butter.  Fifth month:  Promoted one floor up to duties of wardmaid with mop and pail.  Sixth month:  Promoted to waiting at table.  Seventh month:  Pleasing appearance and nice manners so striking that am promoted to waiting on the Sisters!  Eighth month:  Slight check in career.  Sister Bond ate Sister Westhaven’s egg!  Grand row!  Wardmaid clearly to blame!  Inattention in such important matters cannot be too highly censured.  Mop and pail again!  How are the mighty fallen!  Ninth month:  Promoted to sweeping out wards, where I found a friend of my childhood in Lieutenant Thomas Beresford (bow, Tommy!), whom I had not seen for five long years.  The meeting was affecting!  Tenth month:  Reproved by matron for visiting the pictures in company with one of the patients, namely:  the aforementioned Lieutenant Thomas Beresford.  Eleventh and twelfth months:  Parlourmaid duties resumed with entire success.  At the end of the year left hospital in a blaze of glory.  After that, the talented Miss Cowley drove successively a trade delivery van, a motor-lorry and a general!  The last was the pleasantest.  He was quite a young general!”

“What brighter was that?” inquired Tommy.  “Perfectly sickening the way those brass hats drove from the War Office to the Savoy, and from the Savoy to the War Office!”