If any number of implications lay between them in the silence that ensued, neither chose to stress the knowledge of them by word or look.
“You’re wanting to go out there yourself, of course.”
“Blunt is going. He’s a younger man than I am, and wild to go. As a matter of fact, we tossed for it. There’ll be work enough here, before it’s over. And it’s in my own special line—neurology—that I think the Government is going to make use of me.”
“In London, I suppose?”
“Principally.”
“Can you find work for Rose?”
“Yes.”
“Tell her soon. She’s so terribly sad, though she’s so brave.”
That Rose’s sadness was not to impair Rose’s bravery, Lucian felt more certain than ever when she came to him downstairs. The valorous spirit that he had always loved in her was undimmed by her many tears; only the defiance of her early days was gone.
She told him what had happened in the hall at Squires before Cecil went away.