From this moment I--" "But have you not heard what has happened to _me_?
I am _dismissed_ from my post as Secretary, I am ordered to rejoin my regiment in Lorraine--It is very sad about your Miss Cavell.

I knew nothing of it till this morning when I received my own dismissal--And _oh_ my dear Miss, I fear we shall never meet again." "Why are they sending you away ?" asked Vivie drily, compelled to interest herself in his affairs since they so closely affected her own and her mother's.
"Because of this," said von Giesselin, nearly in tears, pulling from a small portfolio a press cutting.

"Do you remember a fortnight ago I told you some one, some Belgian had written a beautiful poem and sent it to me for one of our newspapers?
I showed it to you at the time and you said--you said 'it was well enough, but it did not seem to have much point.'" Vivie did remember having glanced very perfunctorily at some effusion in typewriting which had seemed unobjectionable piffle.

She hadn't cared two straws whether he accepted it or not, only did not want to be too markedly indifferent.

Now she took it up and still read it through uncomprehendingly, her thoughts absent with the fate of Miss Cavell.
"Well! what is all the fuss about?
I still see nothing in it.