She knows about the telegram.

She thought I was a great goose to be so anxious.

She's making an index now--for the book!' 'The psychology book ?' 'Yes!' A pause--then Nelly looked round, flushing.
'I can't talk to Bridget you see--about George--or the war.

She just thinks the world's mad--that it's six to one and half a dozen to the other--that it doesn't matter at all who wins--so long of course as the Germans don't come here.

And as for me, if I was so foolish as to marry a soldier in the middle of the war, why I must just take the consequences--grin and bear it!' Her tone and look showed that in her clinging way she had begun to claim the woman beside her as a special friend, while Hester Martin's manner towards her bore witness that the claim excited a warm response--that intimacy and affection had advanced rapidly since George Sarratt's departure.
'Why do you put up with it ?' said Miss Martin, sharply.