"Then why did he talk like that?" she demanded, with flushed cheeks.
"You know his disconcerting way of telling people what he thinks is good for them," I said.
"That wasn't the reason!"
But what the reason was, I have never been told. Sometimes I remind myself that, when Sonia crossed the Austrian frontier into Italy, O'Rane with the world at his feet knew himself to be insolvent. An early draft of the Midland Fusiliers carried him to France in January, before I had time to verify my hypothesis.
CHAPTER IX THE MAKING OF AN ENGLISHWOMAN
"Then he stood up, and trod to dust
Fear and desire, mistrust and trust,
And dreams of bitter sleep and sweet,