"Now nothing but the end of the world will keep us out of war," Loring returned.
As we drove away, a woman's voice—I could not distinguish whose it was—murmured:
"My God! Oh, my God!..."
III
"I'm afraid you've all had a sickening time," said Loring apologetically after dinner that night, when he had suggested the break-up of the party next day. Lady Loring had not left her room, and Amy's parting instructions to us were not to hurry over our cigars as she and Violet were going to bed.
"Let's hope it'll all be over when next we meet here," said Arden conventionally.
"If we ever do," Loring murmured, half to himself, as he lit a cigar.
"Hang it all, we aren't at war yet," I said.
Loring shrugged his shoulders.