"After all, I am not really a fighting man, you see." "It's so becoming," she sighed.
He seemed to catch the reminiscent flash in her eyes as she looked down the street, and a shadow of foreboding clouded his mind.
"You found Captain Granet interesting ?" "Very," she assented heartily.

"I think he is delightful, don't you ?" "He certainly seems to be a most attractive type of young man," Thomson admitted.
"And how wonderful to have had such adventures!" she continued.

"Life has become so strange, though, during the last few months.

To think that the only time I ever saw him before was at a polo match, and to-day we sit side by side in a restaurant, and, although he won't speak of them, one knows that he has had all manner of marvellous adventures.

He was one of those who went straight from the playing fields to look for glory, wasn't he, Hugh?
He made a hundred and thirty-two for Middlesex the day before the war was declared." "That's the type of young soldier who's going to carry us through, if any one can," Major Thomson agreed cheerfully.
She suddenly clutched at his arm.
"Hugh," she exclaimed, pointing to a placard which a newsboy was carrying, "that is the one thing I cannot bear, the one thing which I think if I were a man would turn me into a savage!" They both paused and read the headlines-- PASSENGER STEAMER TORPEDOED WITHOUT WARNING IN THE IRISH SEA.