William stood at attention.
Presently Meg knelt down by her bed, and according to the established ritual he thrust his head into her encircling arm.
"Pray for your master, William," Meg whispered. "Oh, William, pray for your master as you never prayed before."
The strange tense days went on in August weather serene and lovely as had not been seen for years. Young men vanished from the country-side and older men wistfully wondered what they could do to help.
Peter came down from Saturday to Monday, telling them that every officer and every civilian serving in India was recalled, but he had not yet learned when he was to sail.
They were sitting in the wrens' garden with the children.
"Earley's going," Tony said importantly.
"Earley!" Jan exclaimed. "Going where?"
"To fight, of course," little Fay chimed in.