"Ye-es, it ees—" her voice had a queer soft emphasis. "You are limping—haf you been wounded?"
"Just out of hospital to-day."
"The horrible war—all the misery is because of the war. When will it end?"
He looked at her attentively, and said:
"I say—what nationality are you?"
"Rooshian."
"Really! I never met a Russian girl."
He was conscious that she looked at him, then very quickly down. And he said suddenly:
"Is it as bad as they make out?"
She slipped her yellow-gloved hand through his arm.