"I may ask you to later on.

But just now--" He paused.
Of course.

For war you wanted men, to fight.

She had been thinking of them in the lump: hurrying masses such as one sees on cinema screens, blurred but picturesque.

Of course, when you came to think of it, they would have to be made up of individuals--gallant-hearted, boyish sort of men who would pass through doors, one at a time, into little rooms; give their name and address to a soldier man seated at a big deal table.