'He's very dull there,' said Edith.
'I dare say he is,' he answered. 'I'm sure I should feel half inclined to cut my throat if I were alone, with a game leg, at a place like that. Besides, they've had the Zepps there already once. Just the place for them to come again.'
'He's very bored. But he's much better, and he's going back to the front in a fortnight.'
'In a fortnight! Good heavens! Pretty sharp work.'
'It is, indeed. He's counting the hours till he can get off.'
Bruce, sighing, lighted his cigarette.
'I wondered if you'd mind, Bruce, if I went down for the day to see him?'
'Mind! Oh dear, no! Of course, go. I think it's your duty, poor old chap. I wondered you didn't run down for the weekend.'
'I didn't like to do that,' she said.
'Why on earth not?' said Bruce. 'Hard luck for a poor chap with no-one to speak to. Going back again; so soon too.'