‘You see, she is not lame, at all, in any way.’
Walter said:
‘Don’t be silly, Helen! There are plenty of young women who are not lame. I suppose Guy thinks her pretty.’
I said:
‘She is pretty.’
XXXII
News of the war kept coming; better and better news. The Germans were falling back now, all along the line. The German Front was breaking, the Allied troops were pressing forward everywhere. Bulgaria made peace, then Austria. President Wilson and the German Government were exchanging notes on peace.
‘It will end now very soon . . . any week . . . any day. . . Germany is beaten. . . . The war is won now. . .’ people said.
And then, on October 11th, Hugo was ‘wounded and missing.’
I read his name in the Casualty List, in the morning, at breakfast: