What is there mysterious about me ?" "Your ignominious life," was the cold reply.
"Jove, I got it that time!" he groaned,--"got it in the neck! But didn't I tell you just now that I was turning over a new leaf ?" "Then prove it," Philippa pleaded.

"Let me write to Rayton and beg him to use his influence to get you something to do.

I am sure you would be happier, and I can't tell you what a difference it would make to me." "It's that indoor work I couldn't stick, old thing," he confided.

"You know, they're saying all the time it's a young man's war.

They'd make me take some one's place at home behind a desk." "But even if they did," she protested, "even if they put you in a coal cellar, wouldn't you be happier to feel that you were helping your country?
Wouldn't you be glad to know that I was happier ?" Sir Henry made a wry face.
"It seems to me that your outlook is a trifle superficial, dear," he grumbled.