“If Italy goes to war, you will have to join up?” she asked him.
“Yes,” he said, with a smile at the futility of the question.
“And I shall have to stay here?”
He nodded, rather gloomily.
“Do you want to go?” she persisted.
“No, I don’t want to go.”
“But you think Italy ought to join in?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then you do want to go—”
“I want to go if Italy goes in—and she ought to go in—”