tired and anxious," he interrupted, and smiled down at her.  "Nothing will happen—or perhaps I'm sanguine because I shan't be there to witness the upheaval."

"You're tired and anxious," he interrupted, and smiled down at her.  "Nothing will happen—or perhaps I'm sanguine because I shan't be there to witness the upheaval."

"You're going into camp again?"

"You're going into camp again?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight."

"For long?"

"For long?"

"Until I've got things straight."

"Until I've got things straight."

He happened to see her hands, and how they were tightly interlocked as though she were holding herself back. But her voice was quiet enough.

He happened to see her hands, and how they were tightly interlocked as though she were holding herself back. But her voice was quiet enough.

"Will you go on like that always, Major Tristram?"

"Will you go on like that always, Major Tristram?"

"Until they push me on to the rubbish heap," he answered lightly.

"Until they push me on to the rubbish heap," he answered lightly.

"It must be very, very lonely."

"It must be very, very lonely."

He plunged his hand into his side-pocket and drew out a big bundle of letters. His blue eyes twinkled.

He plunged his hand into his side-pocket and drew out a big bundle of letters. His blue eyes twinkled.

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