“I see Stephen isn’t here.”
She couldn’t keep out of her eyes what I read as a kind of crossfire, expressive of contradictory emotions.
“He wouldn’t come.”
“Why not?”
“He didn’t like the subject.”
“Because it was medicine?”
“Because it was war.”
“But if this country goes in?”
“He doesn’t believe it will. He thinks the breaking off of our relations with Germany will do all for which we can be called on. We’ll never fight, he says. Even if we declare war he’s sure it will only be in name.”
I was not so much interested in Cantyre’s opinions as in the way in which she would take them.