I suppose you're going to-morrow ?" "Of course--for Mrs.Boyce's sake alone I should have no alternative." She turned round and began to take up the thread of the Nocturne from the point where she had left off; but she only played half a page and quitted the piano abruptly.
"The pretty little spell is broken, Majy.

No matter how we try to escape from the war, it is always shrieking in upon us.

We're up against naked facts all the time.

If we can't face them we go under either physically or spiritually.

Anyhow--" she smiled with just a little touch of weariness,--"we may as well face them in comfort." She pushed my chair gently nearer to the fire and sat down by my side.
And there we remained in intimate silence until Marigold announced the arrival of her car..