She had actually not heard the young chaplain's name in her shyness and tremor.

He would scarcely have been an entity but for the one moving fact that he himself had just hastily married a girl he adored and must leave, and so sympathised and understood the stress of their hour.

On their way home they had been afraid of chance recognition and had tried to shield themselves by sitting as far back as possible in the cab.
"I could not think.

I could not see.

It was all frightening--and unreal." She had not dreamed of asking questions.