"Aren't you excited?" she asked.
"Why should I be excited?" he grumbled.
"Because—well, you're a soldier, and know what war is like. I've heard that the most exciting thing which can happen is a call to make a sortie in the middle of the night, in the midst of a dream—and on an empty stomach. But I should think the call to a matrimonial sortie——"
"On an empty purse?"
"Yes; when it's a question of selling yourself to fill it."
"I don't mean to sell myself. I shall still belong to myself and to one other. I won't say who that other is, for I've pretty well told you already."
"It's no use pretending not to understand. I know what you want me to think you mean."
"If I never knew before how much I do mean it, I know now, when I've got to say 'goodbye.'"
"You needn't say it."
"You've tried hard to keep me from saying it, haven't you? But look here, Lesley—do look at me. I'm awfully cut up at leaving you."