'We're losing the best of the day--and if Bridget really won't go with us--' Bridget frowned and rose.
'How are the proofs getting on ?' said Sarratt, smiling, as she bade him a careless good-bye.
Bridget drew herself up.
'I never talk about my work.' 'I suppose that's a good rule,' he said doubtfully, 'especially now that there's so much else to talk about.

The Russian news to-day is pretty bad!' A dark look of anxiety crossed the young man's face.

For it was the days of the great Russian retreat in Galicia and Poland, and every soldier looking on, knew with gnashing of teeth that the happenings in the East meant a long postponement of our own advance.
'Oh, I never trouble about the war!' said Bridget, with a half-contemptuous note in her voice that fairly set George Sarratt on fire.

He flushed violently, and Nelly looked at him in alarm.

But he said nothing.