For she belonged to the out-of-doors and to the old house and to the world at large.

She belonged to the war, and to that happier world beyond it--a world which must be won by going through the struggle and not by shirking it, like those two silly ladies.
I could see Wake's eyes often on the girl, while he boomed and oraculated and the Misses Wymondham prattled.

Presently the conversation seemed to leave the flowery paths of art and to verge perilously near forbidden topics.

He began to abuse our generals in the field.

I could not choose but listen.