'However, here it is!' He gave it out--with unction.
Elizabeth fell upon it in a flash, dissected and quarrelled with every word of it, turned it inside out in fact, while the Captain, still chewing, followed her with eyes of growing enjoyment.
'Well, I'll take a vote when I get back to the front,' he said, when she came to an end.

'Several firsts in Mods on our staff.

I'll send you the result.' The talk dropped.

The mention of the front reminded every one of the war, and its bearing on their own personal lot.

Desmond was going into camp that evening.