"Though he fall on the battle-field," she says to me softly, with that sweet, brave smile on her quivering lips, "he leaves me with a child to live after him,—his child!"
And of the three of us, it is she, the youngest and most sorely tried, who looks to have the greatest hold on life present and eternal.
CHAPTER LI
A LUCKY MEETING
To meet some one you know at the Front is an experiment in psychology, deeply interesting, amusing sometimes, and often strangely illuminative.
Indeed you never really know people till you meet them under the sound of guns.
It is at Furnes that I meet accidentally a very eminent journalist and a very well-known author.
Suddenly, up drives a funny old car with all its windows broken.
Clatter, clatter, over the age-old cobbled streets of Furnes, and the car comes to a stop before the ancient little Flemish Inn. Out jump four men. Hastening, like school-boys, up the steps, they come bursting breezily into the room where I have just finished luncheon.