He also wrote to Jan, and at the end, he said, "I am glad she is to be with you, because you really apreciate her."
The one "p" in "appreciate" fairly broke Jan down. It was so like Miles.
Meg, white-faced and taciturn, went back to Wren's End on Tuesday night. The Squire and Lady Mary remained in town.
In answer to Jan's affectionate inquiries, Meg was brief and business-like. Yes; she had seen Miles several times. He was very busy. No, she did not expect to see him again before ... he left. Yes; he was going with the First Army.
Jan asked no more questions, but was quietly,
consistently kind. Meg was adorable with her children and surpassed herself in the telling of stories.
The First Army left England for Flanders with the silence of a shadow.
But Meg knew when it left.
That night, Jan woke about one o'clock, conscious of a queer sound that she could neither define nor locate.
She sat up in bed to listen, and arrived at the conclusion that it came from the day-nursery, which was below her room.