"As soon as I've done talking," said Frank serenely. "You've got to listen to me first. I knew what you'd say: you'd say that your people wouldn't have you back. And I knew perfectly well from the little things you'd said about them that they would. But I wrote to make sure....
"Gertie, d'you know that they're breaking their hearts for you?... that there's nothing, in the whole world they want so much as that you should come back?..."
"Give me the letter!"
"You've got a good heart yourself, Gertie; I know that well enough. Think hard, before I give you the letter. Which is best—the Major and this sort of life—and ... and—well, you know about the soul and God, don't you?... or to go home, and—"
Her face shook all over for one instant.
"Give me the letter," she wailed suddenly.
Then Frank gave it her.
(V)
"But I can't possibly go home like this," whispered Gertie agitatedly in the passage, after the Major's return half an hour later.
"Good Lord!" whispered Frank, "what an extraordinary girl you are, to think—"