She could
see them lying there, with their white faces to the night. Surely she
might have thought of some remark less idiotic to make to herself, at
such a time.
He was explaining to her things about the air service. It seemed he had
had experience in flying--some relation of his with whom he had spent a
holiday last summer.
It would mean his getting out quickly. He seemed quite eager to be gone.
"Isn't it rather dangerous work?" she asked. She felt it was a footling
question even as she asked it. Her brain had become stodgy.
"Nothing like as dangerous as being in the Infantry," he answered. "And
that would be my only other alternative. Besides I get out of the
drilling." He laughed. "I should hate being shouted at and ordered
about by a husky old sergeant."
They neither spoke again till they came to the bridge, from the other
side of which the busses started.
"I may not see you again before I go," he said. "Look after Mary. I
shall try to persuade her to go down to her aunt in Hampshire. It's
rather a bit of luck, as it turns out, the paper being finished with.
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