"But you're more, somehow. This business—"
"You don't mean joining the Army?"
"Yes."
"What rot! There's nothing in it. Fellows are doing it everywhere."
She smiled superiorly, and then inquired:
"How do you join? What are you going to do? Shall you ask Everard?"
"Well—" he hesitated. He had no desire to consult Lucas.
"Why don't you see Colonel Rannion?" she Suggested.
"Jove! That's a scheme. Never thought of him!"
Her satisfaction at the answer was childlike, and he was filled with delight that it should be so. They launched themselves into an interminable discussion about every possible arrangement of everything. But in a pause of it he destroyed its tremendous importance by remarking casually: