"That is what I wanted to hear, Adam."
"But I thought that you had pacifist leanings, Eve."
"Every woman has such leanings, especially where the matter concerns those she loves. But I know that you will be happier, and not ashamed, and that is much to me; and I can be proud. I am very happy, but I am afraid too—terribly afraid. I pray that you may not be led into any danger—and if that is wicked I cannot help it."
I kissed the dear lovely face upturned to mine.
"And what did they say?" she whispered. "What will they do with you? You are in the Reserve, aren't you?"
I laughed. "I enrolled in the navy for any duty that they saw fit to assign me to. And the officer smiled, and said that I would be called when I was wanted. I may be a coal-passer, Eve, or I may be a mechanic to clean Tom's car, or I may breathe the pure air of heaven as I sail the raging main."
Eve wrinkled her brow. "But I don't like that, Adam. Don't you know whether you will be afloat or ashore?"
"I was told that I would be of more value ashore. And that I was sorry to hear, for I had rather be afloat, except that we should be parted. And I want to see a German submarine before I die. 'They ain't no sich an animal.'"
And Eve laughed, and we got up and wandered home over the pebbles of the shore. Fog was driving across the face of the moon, so that it was now hidden, now partially revealed. From above the fog we heard the mutter of thunder. Eve squeezed my arm.