ith the Major and Gertie, so she at least understood
something of the gulf between them.

So the first week crept by, bringing us up to the middle of December.

* * * * *

It was on the Friday night that Frank came back with the announcement
that he was to go to work at the jam factory on Monday. There was a
great pressure, of course, owing to the approach of Christmas, and Frank
was to be given joint charge of a van. The work would last, it seemed,
at any rate, for a week or two.

"You'll have to mind your language," said the Major jocosely. (He was
sitting in the room where the cooking was done and where, by the way,
the entire party, with the exception of the two men, slept; and, at this
moment, had his feet on the low mantelshelf between the saucepan and
Jimmy's cap.)

"Eh?" said Frank.

"No language allowed there," said the Major. "They're damn particular."

Frank put his cap down and took his seat on the bed.

"Where's Gertie?" he asked. ("Yes, come on, Jimmie.")

Jimmie crept up beside him, looking at him with big black, reverential
eyes. Then he leaned against him with a quick smile and closed his eyes
ecstatically. Frank put an arm round the boy to support him.

"Oh! Gertie's gone to see a friend," said the Major. "Did you want her?"

Frank said nothing, and Mrs. Partington looked from one to the other
swiftly.

Mrs. Partington had gathered a little food for thought during the last
few days. It had become perfectly evident to her that the girl was very
much in love with this young man, and that while this young man either
was, or affected to be, ignorant of it, the Major was not. Gertie had
odd silences when Frank came into the room, or yet more odd
volubilities, and Mrs. Partington was not quite sure of the Major's
attitude. This officer and her husband had had dealings together in the
past of a nature which I could not quite determine (indeed, the figure
of Mr. Partington is still a complete mystery to me, and rather a
formidable mystery); and I gather that Mrs. Partington had learned from
her husband that the Major was not simply negligible. She knew him for a
blackguard, but she seems to have been uncertain of what kind was this
black-guardism--whether of the strong or the weak variety. She was just
a little uncomfortable, therefore, as to the significance of Gertie; and
had already wondered more than once whether or no she should say a
motherly word to the young