He was a war-correspondent.

But he has spoilt himself for that." "I see." Mab was prodding the shingle with the end of her sunshade, her face very thoughtful.

Suddenly she looked up.

"Never get married, Big Bear!" she said vehemently.

"It's the most miserable state in Christendom." "Anyone would think you spoke from experience," said Merefleet, smiling a little.
But Mab did not smile.
"I know a lot, Big Bear," she said, with a sharp sigh.
Merefleet was silent.