"It would finish you thoroughly," she said. "It would be poetic justice with a vengeance."
"Your vengeance?"
"Yes, mine. Oh, if you only did do that!"
"I think, considering the way you look at it, that I'd better not," he said, rather seriously. "Besides, I've no time."
"No time to fall in love with me?"
"No time."
"Why?"
"Shall I tell you?"
"Yes, please."
"Very well. Because after I have the papers I shall enter the Belgian army." He added with a hint of impatience—"Where I belong and where I ought to be now."