Since her first agitated letter to him begging him not to think of her, but to decide only what was best for his own future, she had received a few words from him.
'DEAREST BERYL--Nothing has happened to interfere with what we promised each other last summer--nothing at all! My poor father seems to be half out of his mind under the stress of war.

If he does what he threatens, it will matter very little to me; but of course _you_ must consider it carefully, for I shall have uncommonly little in the worldly way to offer you.

Your father has written very kindly, and your dear little note is just like you.

But you must consider.
'I sometimes doubt whether my father _will_ do what he threatens, but we should have to take the risk.

Anyway we shall meet directly, and I am always, and unalterably, your devoted 'AUBREY.' That had been followed by a boyish note from Desmond--dear, jolly fellow! 'My father's clean daft! Don't bother, my dear Beryl.