wanted to enlist he'd be driven
to it to get away from her.

And she was frightened and held her tongue.

Then she got desperate. She did things. She intrigued behind his back to
keep him; and he found her out.

He came to her, furious.

"You needn't lie about it," he said. "I know what you've done. You've
been writing letters and getting at people. You've told the truth about
my age and you've lied about my health. You've even gone round cadging
for jobs for me in the Red Cross and the Press Bureau and the
Intelligence Department, and God only knows whether I'm supposed to have
put you up to it."

"I took care of that, Larry."

"You? You'd no right to interfere with my affairs."

"Hadn't I? Not after living with you seven years?"

"If you'd lived with me seven centuries you'd have had no right to try
to keep a man back from the Army."

"I'm trying to keep a man's brain for my country."

"You lie. It's my body you're trying to keep for yourself. As you did
when I was going to Ireland."

"Oh, then--I tried to stop you from being a traitor to England. They'd
have hanged you, my dear, for that."

"Traitor? It's women like you that are the traitors. My God, if there
was a Government in this country that could govern, you'd be strung up
in a row, all of you, and hanged."

"No wonder you think you're cut out for a soldier. You're cruel enough."

"_You're_ cruel. I'd rather be hanged than live with you a day longer
after what you've done. A Frenchman shot his _wife_ the other day for
less than that."

"What was 'less than that'?" she said.

"She crawled after him to the camp, like a bitch.

"He sent her away and she came again and again. He _had_ to shoot her."

"Was there nothing to be said for her?"

"There was. She knew it was a big risk and she took it. _You_ knew you
were safe while you slimed my honour."

"She loved him, and he shot her, and you think that's a fine thing.
_How_ she must have loved him!"

"Men don't want to be loved that way. That's the mistake you women will
make."

"It's the way you've taught us. I should like to know what other way you
ever want us to love you?"

"The way Veronica loves Nicky, and Dorothy loved Drayton and Frances
loves Anthony."

"Dorothy? She ruined Drayton's life."

"Men's lives aren't ruined that way. And not all women's."

"Well, anyhow, if she'd loved him she'd have married him. And Frances
loves her children better than Anthony, and Anthony kno