She flashed round on him.
"You know her, then?"
"I've seen her—just once," he answered, slowly.
"Is she——" She seemed to struggle with the question. "Is she very beautiful, Major Tristram?"
"No—I think not—not at all."
"That's worse then." And then quickly, passionately: "Oh, I wish she wasn't coming! I don't know why the very thought of her frightens me. It's as though I knew she was going to bring trouble—a sort of presentiment——"
"You're tired and anxious," he interrupted, and smiled down at her. "Nothing will happen—or perhaps I'm sanguine because I shan't be there to witness the upheaval."
"You're going into camp again?"
"Tonight."
"For long?"