“Better late than never,” replied Rosemary. The English in those days had become extremely impatient with the letter-writing of President Wilson.
“You mustn't blame me for it,” said he. “But if we do come in, things will change quickly.” He waited a reasonable time, then asked, with a smile: “If we do, Rosemary, will that make any difference in the way your parents feel about us colonials?”
“All that's so complicated, Lanny. Let's talk about nice agreeable things.”
“The nicest agreeable thing I know is sitting on a park bench with the twilight falling about her and an evening star right in front of her eyes, and I haven't the least desire to talk about anything else. Tell me, darling: has there been any other man in your heart in the past eleven months?”
“There are hundreds of them, Lanny. I'm trying to help our poor boys back to life — or ease them out of it not too horribly.”
“I know, dear,” he said. “I've lived in the house with a war casualty for more than two years. But one can't work all the time, surely; one has to have a little fun.”
Lanny didn't know England very well. He knew that the “lower orders” lay around in the parks in broad daylight; but just how dark did it have to be for a member of the nobility to permit a young man to take her hand, or put his arm around her on a park bench? He tried gently, and she did not repel him. Presently they were sitting close together, and the old mysterious spell renewed itself. Perhaps an hour passed; then he said: “Can't we go somewhere, Rosemary?”
Robbie had said: “Take her to one of the cheaper hotels; they don't ask questions.” Robbie was practical on the subject of sex, as upon all others. He said there were three things a young fellow had to look out for: he mustn't get any girl into trouble; he mustn't get mixed up with any married woman unless he was sure the husband didn't care; and he mustn't get any disease. When Lanny had reassured him on these points, he said: “If you don't show up tonight, I won't worry.”
X
So Lanny and Rosemary went strolling; and when they came to a place where they weren't apt to meet any of their fashionable friends, they went in, and he registered as Mr. and Mrs. Brown, and paid in advance, and no questions were asked. When they lay in the embrace which was so full of rapture for them both, they forgot the sordid surroundings, they forgot everything except that their time was short. Lanny was going out to face the submarines on the open ocean, and Rosemary was going to France, where the screaming shells paid no heed to a red cross on a woman's arm.