'I know the prickliness of our good friend there! I speak to you confidentially, because I realize that you could not possibly have done what you have done unless you had won the Squire's confidence--his complete confidence.

Well, that's an achievement, I can tell you--as bad as storming a redoubt.

Go on--don't let go! What you are doing here--the kind of work you are doing--is of national importance.

God only knows what lies before us in the next few months!' And therewith a sudden sobering of the ruddy countenance and self-important manner.

For a few seconds, from his mind and Elizabeth's there vanished all consciousness of the English woodland scene, and they were looking over a flayed and ravaged country where millions of men stood ranged for battle.
Sir Henry sighed.
'Thank God, Arthur is still at home--doing some splendid work, they tell me, at the War Office, but, of course, pining to be off to France again.