She knew; and Lawrence knew.
That night he told her that if he hadn't wanted to enlist he'd be driven to it to get away from her.
And she was frightened and held her tongue.
Then she got desperate. She did things. She intrigued behind his back to keep him; and he found her out.
He came to her, furious.
"You needn't lie about it," he said. "I know what you've done. You've been writing letters and getting at people. You've told the truth about my age and you've lied about my health. You've even gone round cadging for jobs for me in the Red Cross and the Press Bureau and the Intelligence Department, and God only knows whether I'm supposed to have put you up to it."
"I took care of that, Larry."
"You? You'd no right to interfere with my affairs."
"Hadn't I? Not after living with you seven years?"