Echoes of the War

by J. M. Barrie

'No! Not about yourself?'

'No. At least—'

'Just as you like, Roger.'

'It blew over long ago.'

'Then there's no need?'

'No—oh no. It was just—you know—the old, old story.'

He eyes his father suspiciously, but not a muscle in Mr. Torrance's countenance is out of place.

'I see. It hasn't—left you bitter about the sex, Roger, I hope?'

'Not now. She—you know what women are.'

'Yes, yes.'