And now that they were face to face across a tea-table Miss Jones was bunkered again.

How get out of the sand?
She did not know.

She did not even know what club to use.
For never had she drunk tea under similar circumstances.

Life had brought her varied experiences, but sitting across the teacups from one whom she had interrupted on the brink of suicide did not chance to be among them.
She was wholly without precedent, and it was trying for an army girl to be stripped of precedent.
They were sitting at a window which overlooked the river; the river which was flowing on so serenely, which was so blue and lazy and lovely that May afternoon.

She looked to the place where--then back to the girl across from her--the girl who but for her-- She shivered.
"Is it coming back ?" the girl asked.
"N--o; I think not; but I hope you will not go." Then, desperately resolved to break through, she asked boldly: "Am I keeping you from anything important ?" A strange gleam, compounded of things she did not understand, shot out at her.