Never mind the war.

Are you well?
Did you get hurt?
You look so--so frail, Daren." There was something simple and motherly about her, that became her, and warmed Lane's cold heart.

He remembered that she had always preferred boys to girls, and regretted she had not been the mother of boys.

So Lane talked to her, glad to find that the most ordinary news of the service and his comrades interested her very much.

The instant she espied his _Croix de Guerre_ he seemed lifted higher in her estimation.