“If things took their course that way.”
“Do you mean that they mightn’t take their course that way?”
“I’m not married to him yet. There are—there are difficulties.”
I caught her by the arm. “Of what kind?”
“Of opinion chiefly—but of very vital opinion.”
“Do you mean about the war?”
She said with a force like that of a suppressed cry: “He wants me not to have anything more to do with it! And I—I can’t stop—not while it’s going on. I—I must be doing something. It’s one of the reasons why I could marry him—that he’s a doctor—and I could take him over there—where they need him so much.”
“And he won’t go?”
“He doesn’t say that exactly; but he doesn’t want to. He thinks it’s all wrong—that when it comes to brutality, one side is as bad as the other.”