She nodded, eying him eagerly.
"Yes, I painted them this afternoon. You see, it was a rush order.... As to Nick, I don't think it will come to his enlisting. I've never considered it, really. He's awfully mixed up in government finances, don't you know. We all tell him he's more valuable where he is."
Latham smiled faintly.
"What does Nick say to that?"
"Oh, I don't know." She shrugged. "Nothing very definite. War has been a taboo subject with him—I mean from the first when you all went in. I know he has strong feelings about it, terribly strong. But he never talks about them."
"He went in strong on the financial end, didn't he?" asked the Englishman. "Some one in London told me he'd made a lot of oof."
She nodded, coloring.
"Yes, oceans of money.... Not that we needed it," Evelyn added, a trifle defensively.
"I know; it just came," was Latham's comment. "Well, it all helped us out of a nasty mess."
Evelyn was thinking and did not reply immediately. When she did speak it was apparent that in changing the subject she had followed a natural impulse without intention or design.