“You are glad to go to war?”
“No; I hate the war. I am not a soldier, but, thank God, I see my duty, and I am going to have a go at it.”
“Right you are,” said Hugo. “What else could any man do when his country is at war?”
“But I hate to go,” said Larry, “and I hate this business of saying good-bye. You have all been so good to me.”
“It was easy,” said Rowena. “Do you know I was on the way to fall in love with you? Hugo here and Jane saved me. Oh, I mean it,” she added, flushing as she laughed.
“Jane!” exclaimed Larry.
“Yes, Jane. Oh, you men are so stupid,” said Rowena. “And Hugo helped me out, too,” she added, with a shy glance at him.
Larry looked from one to the other, then rushed to Hugo. “Oh, you lucky beggar! You two lucky beggars! Oh, joy, glory, triumph! Could anything be finer in the wide world?” cried Larry, giving a hand to each.
“And, Larry, don't be a fool,” said Rowena. “Try to understand your dear, foolish heart, and don't break your own or any one's else.”
Larry gazed at her in astonishment and then at Hugo, who nodded wisely at him.