“Even the servants know it. It is quite evident.”
“We parted quite amiably.”
“I dare say! You were relieved that she was going. If you would only be ordinarily civil to her—oh, don't you see? She could keep Graham from going into this idiotic war. You can't. I can't. I've tried everything I know. And she knows she can. She's—hateful about it.”
“And you would marry him to that sort of a girl?”
“I'd keep him from being blinded, or mutilated, or being killed.”
“You can kill his soul.”
“His soul!” She burst into hysterical laughter. “You to talk about souls! That's—that's funny.”
“Natalie, dear.” He was very grave, very gentle. “Has it occurred to you that we are hitting it off rather badly lately?”
She looked at him quickly.
“How? Because I don't think as you do? We got on well enough before this war came along.”