Suddenly, unexpectedly, Mr. Winter rasped out behind me:
"Can't you keep that window shut?"
I jumped violently—think of the morning I'd had. I forgot myself.
"Don't shout at——" I began. But all in an instant the office became dark as night. I threw out my hands. Then I pitched forward on my face, knowing no more.
I had fainted dead away.
Half an hour later I was sent home, after Mr. Winter had leapt at his chance of telling me that I was obviously not strong enough for war-work, and that I need not present myself at these offices any more. Perhaps he was scarcely justified. Perhaps he wanted to frighten me into an appeal. But I didn't say a word, I was too dazed.
Sacked!
Well, after that, I thought, there was only one thing for me to do.