In a few months he would be a full-blown gunner at the front.

Beryl, watching Aubrey's thin face and nervous frown, proved inwardly that the Aldershot appointment might go on.
And Elizabeth's thoughts had flown to her brother in Mesopotamia.
Pamela, sitting apart, and deeply shaded by a great beech with drooping branches that rose behind the group, was sharply unhappy, and filled with a burning jealousy of Elizabeth, who queened it there in the middle of them--so self-possessed, agreeable, and competent.

How well Arthur had been getting on with her! What a tiresome, tactless idiot she, Pamela, must seem in comparison! The memory of her talk with him made her cheeks hot.

So few chances of seeing him!--and when they came, she threw them away.

She felt for the moment as though she hated Elizabeth.