"Who do you think I met at the concert, mamma?"

Joan was evidently excited. She spoke almost breathlessly, and went on
without waiting for a reply.

"Jack Leclerc is back from the Front on sick leave, and he's been made a
captain."

Mrs. Dobson glanced at Maud. "Really, my dear!" she said, but her voice
was not cordial.

"What else did he tell you?"

"He hardly said anything. In fact, he didn't tell me even that. Mr. Mayo,
the manager, saw him as we were going out and I heard him call him
'Captain'!"

"Perhaps it's a mistake, anyhow," suggested Maud.

"No, it isn't. I stopped to find out--about the next concert, I mean--and
Mr. Mayo told me he had greatly distinguished himself, and I'm not a bit
surprised either." And Joan looked at her mother and her sister with an
air of saying, "What did I tell you?"

"Well, he's sure to come and see us and tell us all about it," Mrs.
Dobson remarked complacently.

"I'm not so sure of that!" Joan spoke sharply.