But Charley now had his question. “How many, did you say?”
“How many?” Mrs. Weguelin did not quite understand him.
“Were killed?” explained Charley.
Again there was a little pause before Mrs. Weguelin answered, “My four brothers met their deaths.”
Charley was interested. “And what was the percentage of fatality in their regiments?”
“Oh,” said Mrs. Weguelin, “we did not think of it in that way.” And she turned aside.
“Charley,” said Kitty, with some precipitancy, “do make Mr. Bohm look at the church!” and she turned after Mrs. Weguelin. “It is such a gem!”
But I saw the little lady try to speak and fail, and then I noticed that she was leaning against a window-sill.
Beverly Rodgers also noticed this, and he hastened to her.
“Thank you,” she returned to his hasty question, “I am quite well. If you are not tired of it, shall we go on?”