“Nobody is thinking of anything but this war, here or anywhere else.”
“Are you going abroad?”
“No,” said the doctor baldly.
He felt no inclination whatever to put before Ford Aviolet his reasons for the decision.
“I should have thought that a knight-errant like yourself would be——”
Lucian stopped dead. “Look here, I make all allowance for the strain you’ve been under over this wretched business, and the rest of it. But one word more of this, and I swear I’ll kick you into the gutter.”
“You may try,” said Ford Aviolet contemptuously.
The doctor looked at him, and laughed shortly, regaining his temper.
“That was an uncivilized speech of mine, I’ll admit. It’s the Jingo atmosphere we’re living in, now-a-days.”
“You know I’m supposed to have an unsound heart? Half a dozen damned doctors have refused me already,” said Ford bitterly.