said the eldest brother ironically. Maurice was midway through a large wedge of rabbit pie, and some cold potatoes.

“Aye, bless me if she’s not,” laughed the father. “Put that away, Maurice, it’s a shame to disappoint her.”

Maurice looked round very shamefaced, not knowing what to do with his plate.

“Give it over here,” said Bill. “I’ll polish him off.”

“Bringing something for the invalid?” laughed the father to the Fr�ulein. “He’s looking up nicely.”

“I bring him some chicken, him!” She nodded her head at Maurice childishly. He flushed and smiled.