CHAPTER X.THE WAR AGAIN.
"One is a fool," said Lilly, "to be lachrymose.

The thing to do is to get a move on." Aaron looked up with a glimpse of a smile.

The two men were sitting before the fire at the end of a cold, wet April day: Aaron convalescent, somewhat chastened in appearance.
"Ay," he said rather sourly.

"A move back to Guilford Street." "Oh, I meant to tell you," said Lilly.

"I was reading an old Baden history.