Ann said:
“He hasn’t been home all day. Didn’t he say anything to you?”
“He did say one day: ‘I’m getting sick of this, carting men and women like cattle.’ It seems to have got on his nerves a bit. Too good for it, I suppose.”
“It would be a good thing,” said she, “if we went into the country, though I don’t know what I’d do. I do love London and all the lights and that, and the shops.”
Said Casey:
“You should see the nights in Africa. Some parts you can walk a hundred miles and never see a light. Nothing but stars, and fewer of them than we have here. Flat and empty as the sea some of the country, going on forever and ever in the darkness.”
Ann shivered:
“Ugh!” she said. “It makes me think of Renny. I don’t know why. He’d like it, I think.”
“Yes. I think he likes big things.”