"Thou?"
"Why not?" He spoke lightly, with careful negligence. "It appears that thou wast in the Strand."
"Was I? I lost thee. Something tore thee from me. I ran. I ran till I could not run. I was sure that never more should I see thee alive. Oh! My Gilbert, what terrible moments! What a catastrophe! Never shall I forget those moments!"
G.J. said, with bland supremacy:
"But it is necessary that thou shouldst forget them. Master thyself. Thou knowst now what it is—an air-raid. It was an ordinary air-raid. There have been many like it. There will be [229] many more. For once we were in the middle of a raid—by chance. But we are safe—that is enough."
"But the deaths?"
He shook his head.
"But there must have been many deaths!"
"I do not know. There will have been deaths. There usually are." He shrugged his shoulders.
Christine sat up and gave a little screech.