“Afraid of what?”
“Afraid that you may not come back.”
“My dear——”
“Oh, I know,” she said gravely. “One day you’ll not come back. Tell me that day hasn’t come yet.”
“Hush, Edith. I shall always love you.”
“Always? No matter what happens?”
“No matter what happens.”
She took his hand, and with an adoring gesture raised it to her lips, then asked timidly:
“You had news from France this morning. They told me.”
“Yes.”