"Well, you talked about danger as if you liked it."
"So did you."
"Oh—go to hell."
"I've just come from there."
"Oh—so you were frightened, were you?"
"Yes, I was horribly frightened. I had thirteen wounded men with me. What do you suppose it feels like, driving a heavy ambulance car by yourself? You can't sit in front and steer and look after thirteen wounded men at the same time. I had to keep hopping in and out. That isn't nice when there's shells about. I shall never forgive you for not coming to give a hand with those men. There's funk you can forgive and—"
She thought: "It's John—John—I'm saying these disgusting things to. I'm as bad as Trixie, telling him what I bloody well think of him, going back on him."
"And there's funk—"
"You'd better take care, Charlotte. Do you know I could get you fired out of Belgium to-morrow?"
"Not after to-night, I think." (It was horrible.)