“I hope you do.”
“Oh, yes. But I don’t think you do. Because I am still in love with her.”
“You poor dear!”
“It’s rotten luck, isn’t it?”
“Time heals––” She checked herself, turned and kissed him.
“After all,” she said, “a soldier learns how to take things.”
And presently: “I do wish you’d go up to Yama Farms.”
“That,” he said, “would be the obvious thing to do. Anything to keep going and keep your mind ticking away until you’re safely wound up again.... But I’m not going, dear.”
Helen looked at him in silence, not wondering what 194 he might be going to do with his week-end instead, because she already guessed.
Before she said anything more his father came in; and a moment later dinner was announced.