"A soldier more than anybody," I said; "for He calls us to be soldiers, and you know what it means."
"But you forget," said he, not taking his eyes from my face
—"in my service I must obey as well as command: I am not my own master exactly."
"Let Christ be your Master," I said.
"How then with this other service?"
"Why it is very plain," I said. "Command in the love of God and obey in the fear of God; that covers all."
I did not see the natural sequence of what followed; for it was a succession of kisses that left no chance for a word to get out of my mouth. Then Thorold rose up, and I saw Miss Cardigan enter.
"I will not forget, Daisy," he said, in a tone as if we had been talking of business. I thought, neither should I. And then came Miss Cardigan, and the servant behind her bringing coffee and bread and eggs and marmalade—I don't know what beside—and we sat down again to the table, knowing that the next move would be a move apart. But the wave of happiness was at the flood with me, and it bore me over all the underlying roughness of the shore—for the time. I do not think anybody wanted to eat much; we played with cups of coffee and with each other, and dallied with the minutes till the last one was spent.
And then came the parting. That was short.