"So that was it? You've been trying to cheer me up, and letting yourself get like this."
"I didn't want to worry you."
"Didn't you know that I'd want to be worried with anything that pertained to you? What's a husband for, dearest, if you can't tell him your troubles?"
"Yes, but a soldier-husband, Derry, is different. You've got to keep smiling—"
Her lips trembled and she clung to him. "It is so good to have you here, Derry."
She admitted, later, that she had confided her troubles to her memory book. "There weren't any big things, really—just missing you and all that—"
He was jealous of the memory book. "I shall read every word of it."
"Not until you come back from the war—and then we can laugh at it together."
They fell into silence after that. With his arms about her he thought that he might not come back, and she clinging to him had the same thought. But neither told the other.
"Do you know," she said at last, sitting up and sticking the hairpins into her crinkled knot. "Do you know that it's almost time for dinner, and that the General will wonder where I am?"