hold an inquiry upon a Zeppelin
raid?"
"I'm afraid I cannot," she admitted. "Hugh certainly seems to have
become a most mysterious person, but then, as you know, I haven't seen
quite so much of him lately. Your change, Captain Granet, doesn't seem
to have done you much good. Has your wound been troubling you?"
He rose abruptly and stood before her.
"Do you care whether my wound is troubling me or not?" he asked. "Do you
care anything at all about me?"
There was a moment's silence.
"I care very much," she confessed.
He seemed suddenly a changed person. The lines which had certainly
appeared in his face during the last few days, become more noticeable.
He leaned towards her eagerly.
"Miss Conyers," he went on, "Geraldine, I want you to care--enough for
the big things. Don't interrupt me, please. Listen to what I have to
say. Somehow or other, the world has gone amiss with me lately. They
won't have me back, my place has been filled up, I can't get any
fighting. They've shelved me at the War Office; they talk about a home
adjutancy. I can't stick it, I have lived amongst the big things too
long. I'm sick of waiting about, doing nothing--sick to death. I want to
get away. There's some work I could do in America. You understand?"
"Not in the least," Geraldine told him frankly.
"It's my fault," he declared. "The words all seem to be tumbling out
anyhow and I don't know how to put them in the right order. Can't you
see that I love you, Geraldine? I want you to be my wife, and I want to
get right away as quickly as ever I can. Why not America? Why couldn't
we be married this week and get away from everybody?"
She looked at him in sheer amazement, amazement tempered just a little
with a sort of tremulous uncertainty.
"But, Captain Granet," she exclaimed, "you can't be serious! You
couldn't possibly think of leaving England now."
"Why not?" he protested. "They won't let me fight again. I couldn't
stand the miserable routine of home soldiering. I'd like to get away and
forget it all."
"I am sure you are not in earnest," she said quietly. "No Englishman
could feel like that."
"He could if he cared for you," Granet insisted. "I'm afraid of
everything here, afraid that Thomson will come back and take you away,
afraid of all sorts of hideous things happening during the next few
months."
"You mustn't talk like this, please," she begged. "You know as well as
I do that neither you nor I could turn our b
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