"Come, let us go a little lower down--unless you want to stay here and be blown to pieces." "I was on my way back to the hotel," he answered quickly, as he followed her lead, "but to tell you the truth I was feeling a little lonely." "That," she declared, "is your own fault.

I asked you to come to Mainsail Haul whenever you felt inclined." "As I have felt inclined ever since the evening I arrived," he remarked with a smile, "you might, perhaps, by this time have had a little too much of me." "On the contrary," she told him, "I quite expected you yesterday afternoon, to tell me how you like the place and what you have been doing.

So you were thinking about--over there ?" she added, moving her head seawards.
"Over there absorbs a great deal of one's thoughts," he confessed, "and the rest of them have been playing me queer tricks." "Well, I should like to hear about the first half," she insisted.
"Do you know," he replied, "there are times when even now this war seems to me like an unreal thing, like something I have been reading about, some wild imagining of Shelley or one of the unrestrainable poets.

I can't believe that millions of the flower of Germany's manhood and yours have perished helplessly, hopelessly, cruelly.

And France--poor decimated France!" "Well, Germany started the war, you know," she reminded him.
"Did she ?" he answered.