"Now we are alone there is a sort of luxury in thinking that one may open any one of those subjects I want so much to discuss with you, and perhaps a greater luxury still is the lingering, the feeling that unless one chooses one need say nothing and yet be understood." "Sympathetic person!" she sighed.

"Tell me, by the by, did you notice an air of desertion in the lower part of the house ?" "There seemed to be echoes," he admitted.

"I noticed it more this afternoon." "The whole of the rooms downstairs were fitted up as a small hospital during the last year of the war," she explained.

"It was after I had a slight breakdown and was sent back from Etaples.

Some of our patients stayed on for months afterwards, and we have never had the place put to rights yet.