“What?”
“I’ve just had my orders. I am to go away in the morning.”
“In the morning?”
“Yes, with the last batch. The last of the officers and guard are going too, so the camp will be empty after to-morrow.”
Mona’s heart is beating hard, and she tries to ease it by asking an irrelevant question.
“What are the men saying?”
He laughs bitterly, and his words spurt out of his mouth.
“The men? Oh, they’re saying they’ll soon be here again. They want to stay in England, and if they are to be sent back to their own overburdened country, to suffer and to starve, they will return some day with hatred in their hearts.”
“That means another war some day, doesn’t it?”