Shall I get you leave ?' 'Oh, that _would_ be delightful!' she said, her face kindling with a child's joyousness.

'That _is_ kind of you! Our name is Sarratt--my husband is Lieutenant Sarratt.' -- 'Of the 21st Lanchesters?
All right--I'll see to it!' And he ran back to his car, while the young people disappeared into the little entrance hall of the lodging-house, and the door shut upon them.
Miss Farrell received her brother with gibes.

Trust William for finding out a beauty! Who were they?
Farrell handed on his information as the car sped along the Keswick road.
'Going back in a week, is he ?' said the convalescent officer beside him.
Then, bitterly--'lucky dog!' Farrell looked at the speaker kindly.
'What--with a wife to leave ?' The boy, for he was little more, shrugged his shoulders.

At that moment he knew no passion but the passion for the regiment and his men, to whom he couldn't get back, because his 'beastly constitution' wouldn't let him recover as quickly as other men did.

What did women matter ?--when the 'push' might be on, any day.
Cicely Farrell continued to chaff her brother, who took it placidly--fortified by a big cigar.
'And if she'd been plain, Willy, you'd never have so much as known she was there! Did you tell her you haunted these parts ?' He shook his head.
* * * * * Meanwhile the bride and bridegroom had been met on the lodging-house stairs by the bride's sister, who allowed herself to be kissed by the bridegroom, and hugged by the bride.