"You don't mean it! But why?"
"Oh," she said, "it's all gotten on my nerves—the war. I want to help. I've saved enough money to take me over, and to keep me if I have to look round a bit."
"I'm going over, too," I said.
"To help?"
"Oh, Hilda, I don't know. I hope so."
"Oh, I hope so, too, Mr. Mannering."
"But, Hilda, I want to talk to you. There may not be another chance. Where are you going now?"
"I'm staying with friends till I sail."
"Well, tell them you're going for a motor ride with another friend, and to dine somewhere along the Sound, will you?"
"Oh, I couldn't, not very well."