“Order was left out of me, somehow,” she complained. “Or else things move about when I'm away. I'm sure it is that, because I certainly never put the sugar behind my best hat. Now—let's have it.”
Delight was only playing with her tea. She flushed delicately, and put the cup down.
“I was in the crowd this morning,” she said.
“In the crowd? Oh, my crowd!”
“Yes.”
“I see,” said Audrey, thoughtfully. “I make a dreadful speech, you know.”
“I thought you were wonderful. And, when those men promised to enlist, I cried. I was horribly ashamed. But you were splendid.”
“I wonder!” said Audrey, growing grave. Delight was astonished to see that there were tears in her eyes. “I do it because it is all I can do, and of course they must go. But some times at night—you see, my dear, some of them are going to be killed. I am urging them to go, but the better the day I have had, the less I sleep at night.”
There was a little pause. Delight was thinking desperately of something to say.
“But you didn't come to talk about me, did you?”