“It was to be a surprise. I’d been workin’ on her for a year—tryin’ her out on the moors. Nobody knew—until the war came—and then I told Udo, who told von Stromberg. I tried a flight to Windenberg and made it comfortably. Awf’ly easy thing. I stayed at Windenberg in October, flyin’ over the English lines, droppin’ bombs.”
“That was where you were——!”
“But I never hit anythin’. Wouldn’t do, you know. Then when I came back I told the War Office. They sent me for the papers. You know the rest.”
“O Cyril, I’m so glad it’s all over. You’ll go to England now and rest.”
“For a while.” And then, “Will you marry me, Doris? Soon?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Whenever you want me.”
“Here? Now?”
“But, Cyril——”
“There’s a parson chap about here somewhere. I saw him browsin’ in here the other day.”
“Isn’t it a little——”