PHILIP. They do. That's why they're so late when they get out of
the Army.

EMILY: Dear me! I should have thought a habit of four years would
have stayed with you.

PHILIP. Every morning for four years, as I've shot out of bed, I've
said to myself, "Wait! A time will come." (Smiling) That doesn't
really give a habit a chance.

EMILY. Well, I daresay you wanted your sleep out. I was so afraid
that a really cosy bed would keep you awake after all those years
in the trenches.

PHILIP. Well, one isn't in the trenches all the time. And one gets
leave--if one's an officer.

EMILY.(reproachfully). You didn't spend much of it with _us_,
Philip.

PHILIP (taking her hands). I know; but you did understand, didn't
you, dear?

EMILY. We're not very gay, and I know you must have wanted gaiety
for the little time you had. But I think your Uncle James felt it.
After all, dear, you've lived with us for some years, and he _is_
your guardian.

PHILIP. I know. _You've_ been a darling to me always, Aunt Emily.