"I think," added Sister Eila, "that British airmen ought to be included in that proverb. Don't you, Mr. Halkett?"
"Nothing can kill me," he said. "I'm even wondering whether old man Death could do the job."
Philippa turned to Warner:
"Isn't the conversation becoming a trifle grim for our reunion?"
They all smiled; Philippa fed tidbits to Ariadne, who had forsaken a well-garnished platter on the floor to sit up beside Philippa and pat her gown from time to time with an appealing paw.
"That's very human," commented Warner. "Ariadne wants only what is not meant for her."
"I can understand her," said Halkett carelessly. "May I smoke, Sister Eila? Do you mind, Philippa?" He struck a match: "With your permission," he said, and lighted his cigarette as Linette entered with coffee.
"Yes," he said musingly, "it seems to be the game in life—to desire what is not meant for one. The worst of it is that philosophy doesn't help one to understand and become reconciled."
Sister Eila said, looking at her plate:
"Religion helps."