'From a war-correspondent's point of view?' she persisted.
'Yes.'
'And if anybody on earth should know,' she murmured half to herself, 'I think you should.'
He turned away a little, and then looked down in an absently interested manner at the wet impression of his own waders on the white deck.
'Yes,' he acquiesced with a little checked sigh; 'if anybody on earth should know, I am the man.'
'I wonder why you do it, Theo?'
'Who knows? I suppose it is because I cannot help it. I am a vulture, Brenda! The smell of ... of battle draws irresistibly.'
'It is a fault in your character,' she said judicially.
This he denied by a shake of his head.
'It is a fault in human nature.'