“There was one awfully nice boy. He wasn't a soldier, but he was very kind to the men. They adored him.”
“Did he fall in love with your?”
“Not a particle.”
“Why wasn't he a soldier?”
“He is a little bit lame. But he is awfully nice.”
“But what is extraordinary about him, then?”
“Not a thing, except his niceness.”
But they were surfeited with nice young men. They wanted something dramatic, and Willy Cameron was essentially undramatic. Besides, it was quite plain that, with unconscious cruelty, his physical handicap made him unacceptable to them.
“Don't be ridiculous, Lily. You're hiding some one behind this kind person. You must have met somebody worth while.”
“Not in the camp. I know a perfectly nice Socialist, but he was not in the army. Not a Socialist, really. Much worse. He believes in having a revolution.”