“Quite easily. Many officers marry at the beginning of a war.”
“Well, but even if I get leave now, according to the law we could not be married for some months. I have already proposed that you should go to my relatives at Hamburg and wait there till the war is over, and I still think that is the only right thing to do.”
“But I will not go to your relatives at Hamburg.”
“And why not?”
“Do you think that I, an Englishwoman, would go and live in a German family to be stared at? Do you think I could bear to read all the lies about England in the German newspapers?”
“My uncle and aunt are people of great tact, and my cousins will show you due respect.”
“Cousins! No, thank you! I should be out of place in the midst of the domestic felicity of strangers.”
“If you won’t go there, you might stop at a pension in Berlin.”
“No, I won’t do that either. I will stay with you.”
“But, dearest Edith, how do you think this could be managed?”