“Bad luck! We beat Dumfield by an innings when he was captain.”
“Yes; he wasn’t a patch on Rothenburg, though. D’you remember Rothenburg?”
Yes—Richard remembered Con.
“German name, wasn’t it? What happened to him?”
“D.S.O. and killed at Vimy,” briefly. He wondered if Greville, like Mr Gryce, was going to say “ought to have been interned”? Even the subject of Winborough was perilous, might lead to ... the admission they all sought to drag from his sensitive reluctance.
For this was the latest result of Richard’s nerves, that he imagined a conspiracy on the part of the Dunne household to make him utter aloud—scream aloud—the fact that he was a German. Therefore he set stern watch upon his speech, though never doubting they would win their point in the end.... “Morose beggar!” commented young Frank. “Molly’s coming to-morrow—we’ll see if she wakes him up a bit!”
“Frank, I don’t want you to tell Molly about Richard.”
“What—not that he’s a blooming——”
“No, dear.”