"You couldn't have been to see him for nothing."
"Well, practically nothing. You remember when I increased my life insurance some time ago they said my heart was a bit groggy and made a bit of a fuss? Well, I thought I'd just see again so as to get out of paying that higher premium."
"Oh, that. What nonsense it was. What did he say?"
"Said I had a murmur or some rot. I say, if you're going back now, don't wait dinner for me to-night. I'll get something here. The Evening Times is bringing out a special edition at nine o'clock. I'd like to wait for it."
She assented, "Yes, bring home the paper."
He went into the office. The afternoon post had brought letters to his desk. He turned them over without interest, then caught up one,—from Nona.
Marko, this frightful war! I have thanked God on my knees for you that last week you prevented me. If I had done it with this! Tony has rejoined the Guards, he was in the Reserve of Officers. And you see that whatever has been, and is, dear, he's my man to stand by in this. Marko, it would have been too awful if I couldn't, and I thank God for you, again and again and again. Nona.
Twyning appeared. "Hullo, old man, heard the latest? I say, you look as if you're ready to take on the whole world."