“Yes, I know.” They were silent again. Gradually the brilliant color was fading from the sky and the distant hills softening into mystery.... “Father says that we'll find marriage a job—”
“Oh, it's that!”
“Full of surprises and compromises and giving up. He says it's very difficult, but very wonderful.”
“I should think,” said Brachey, his voice somewhat unsteady, “that it would be the most wonderful job in the world. Its very complexities, the nature of the demands it must make.”
“I know!”
After a long silence he asked, so abruptly that she looked swiftly up:
“Do you ever pray, dear?”
“Why—yes, I do.”
“Will you teach me? I've tried—up here in the trenches. I've thought that maybe I'd pick up a copy of the English prayer-book. They'd have it at Shanghai or Tientsin....”