There were moments when passionately as he loved her, he was glad to be going; secretly glad that the days which were in truth a greater test of endurance than the trenches were coming to an end.

He must be able to trust himself and his own nerve to the utmost.
Away from her, love would be only a strengthening power; here beside her, soul and sense contended.
A low voice came out of the shadow.
'George--I'm not going with you to the station.' 'Best not, dearest--much best.' A silence.

Then the voice spoke again.
'How long will it take you, George, getting to the front ?' 'About twenty-four hours from the base, perhaps more.

It's a weary business.' 'Will you be in action at once ?' 'I think so.

That part of the line's very short of men.' 'When shall I hear ?' He laughed.
'By every possible post, I should think, darling.