He was proud to be an English soldier--proud to the roots of his being.

His quiet patriotism had become a passion; he knew now in what he had believed.
Yes--England for ever! An English home after the war--and English children.

Oh, he hoped Nelly would have children! As he held her pressed against him, he seemed to see her in the future--with the small things round her.

But he did not speak of it.
She meanwhile was thinking of quite other things, and presently she said in a quick, troubled voice-- 'George!--while you are away--you don't want me to do munitions ?' He laughed out.
'Munitions! I see you at a lathe! Dear--I don't think you'd earn your keep!' And he lifted her delicate arm and tiny hand, and looked at them with scientific curiosity.

Her frail build was a constant wonder and pleasure to him.