"If I had loved any one more than I loved you I should not have come back."
"Wait a minute!" he said quickly. "You had to come back, you know."
"I could have stayed. The Englishwoman who took over my work asked me to stay on and help her."
He was satisfied then. He went back to the arm of her chair and kissed her.
"All right," he said. "I've suffered the tortures of the damned, but—that fixes it. Now let's talk about something else. I'm sick of this war talk."
"I'd like to tell you about my little house. And poor René—"
"Who was René?" he demanded.
"The orderly."
"The one on the step, with a rifle?"
"Yes."