“I'll come back, of course. How's this? I'll promise to come back when you graduate, and send you flowers.”
“I think,” said Sidney, “that I'll become an army nurse.”
“I hope you won't do that.”
“You won't know, K. You'll be back with your old friends. You'll have forgotten the Street and all of us.”
“Do you really think that?”
“Girls who have been everywhere, and have lovely clothes, and who won't know a T bandage from a figure eight!”
“There will never be anybody in the world like you to me, dear.”
His voice was husky.
“You are saying that to comfort me.”
“To comfort you! I—who have wanted you so long that it hurts even to think about it! Ever since the night I came up the Street, and you were sitting there on the steps—oh, my dear, my dear, if you only cared a little!”