A million men, probably, thrown against us.' 'So--the next few months will decide,' said Elizabeth, shuddering.
'My God!--why did we ever go into this war!' cried the man beside her suddenly, in a low, stifled voice.

She glanced at him in astonishment.

The new excuses, the new tenderness for him in her heart made themselves heard.
'It was for honour,' she breathed--'for freedom!' 'Words--just words.

They don't stop bombs!' But there was nothing truculent in the tone.
'You had a line from Mr.Desmond this morning ?' 'Yes--a post card.

He was all right.' Silence dropped between them.