"It isn't all curiosity.

I think it's time for women to insist on seeing war with their own eyes, not trust any longer to the pictures you men paint." She smiled.
"But I've got to give it up," she added.

"I can't leave Dad." They were sitting in the hall of the hotel.

It was the dressing hour and the place was almost empty.

He shot a swift glance at her.
"Arthur is still away," she explained, "and I feel that he wants me.