'Of love for each other—oh, yes; many, many times.'
'Well, Dulcie, I shall purchase Florian's discharge, as I have said. This kind of thing can't go on,' said Finella decidedly, unaware that neither officer nor soldier can quit the service when face to face with an enemy or at the actual seat of war.
Finella was in the act of closing Dulcie's silver locket, when a voice said:
'Please to let me look at this, Miss Carlyon. I have remarked your invariable ornament.'
The speaker was Lady Fettercairn, who had approached them unnoticed.
Blushing deeply, Dulcie, with tremulous little fingers, re-opened the locket, expectant, perhaps, of reprehension; but Lady Fettercairn became strangely agitated.
'Lennard!' she exclaimed. 'This is my son Lennard as he looked when I saw him last.'
'Oh, no, madam, that cannot be,' said Dulcie.
'Where got you it?'
'At home in Devonshire, where the photograph was taken about a year ago.'