“That’s great. And how will you go?”
“I don’t know yet—I’ll find a way. All I know is, I can’t stand it another day not to be getting ready. There’ll be some place for me—there must be.”
“I don’t question it.” He looked down at that sweet, sturdy profile outlined now against the many lights of the small downtown park they were passing. “Yes, they’ll find a place for you. I wish I could be as sure of the one I want.”
“You?” Jane looked quickly up at him, and their eyes met. “You want a commission?”
“Yes. I want a chaplaincy.”
“Oh!” Her tone showed deep disappointment. “I knew you were all on fire about the war, but I did think you——”
“Would want a bigger job?”
“Yes!”
“I don’t know of any,” he said, steadily.
“How can you feel that way—how can you? A chaplain doesn’t bear arms—doesn’t go to the front—stays in safe places——” Her fingers let go of his sleeve, she walked alone.