You know, Godfrey--or perhaps you don't know--that the Scotch glens emptied first of men ?" "D'you mean... ?" She nodded.

"He was killed at the second battle of Ypres.

He was sent to the Front rather sooner than most, for he was a very intelligent man, and really keen.

I've got a boy now, a lad of seventeen--not half a bad sort, but it does seem strange to give him every Saturday just double the money I used to give McPherson!" She went out, through into the garden, on these last words, and again there came over Radmore a feeling of poignant sadness.

How strange that he should have spent those weeks in London, knowing so little, nay, not knowing at all, what the War had really meant to the home country.
He opened the door into the corridor, and listened, wondering where they had all gone.