I said:
‘That was different; they were not married,’ and then I thought of Cousin Delia, and Mollie.
‘Dear, I won’t keep you if you want to go,’ I said, and I suddenly cried.
He put his arms round me and kissed me, again and again.
‘I know you wouldn’t, my darling,’ he said, ‘but I can’t go.’
And I felt him nearer and more precious than before, and I thought he felt me so.
‘My poor, poor dear,’ he said, ‘if only the War would end soon.’
And I said:
‘It must end soon. I am sure it will.’