She stared at him. "I don't understand you."
"It shouldn't be so difficult to comprehend. I have resigned my commission."
"Wayne," she asked slowly, "what do you mean?"
"Just what I say. That I have resigned my commission. That I am out of the army."
It made it seem that the whole world was whirling round and round and that there was nothing to take hold of. "But you can't do that. Why your whole life is there—friends—traditions—work—future."
"Not my future," he said briefly.
His calm manner made it the more bewildering. "Wayne, I don't see how you can—in such a light manner—give up such a big thing!"
He turned upon her in manner less calm. "What right have you to say that it is done in a 'light manner'!"
The words had a familiar sound and she recalled them as like something she had said to Mrs. Prescott the day before; just the day before, when she had been so sure of things, and of herself.
"But where is your future then, Wayne?" she asked appealingly. "We know, don't we, how hard it is for army men to find futures as civilians?"