I am sorry." More and more, just because of this detail, she was ready to believe that Harry Luttrell had left her for some reason quite outside themselves, for some other reason than weariness and the swift end of passion.
"Luttrell's father, his grandfather and many others of his name had served in the Clayford Regiment.

It was his home regiment and the tradition of the family binding from father to son, was that there should always be Luttrells amongst its officers." "And for that reason Harry----" Stella interrupted impetuously.
"No, there is more compulsion than that in Harry's case," Hillyard took her up.

"Much more! The Clayfords _ran_ in the South African War, and ran badly.

They returned to England a disgraced regiment.

Now do you see the compulsion ?" Stella Croyle turned the problem over in her mind.
"Yes, I think I do," she said, but still was rather doubtful.