g that?'

'The gravest,' I replied; 'why do you ask?'

'Only that I feel so ashamed of myself. Here are you going to a
meeting to-night to persuade men to join the Army, while some of us
women do practically nothing. But I'm going to; I told dad I should,
only this morning, but he laughed at me. He said I should stay at home
and stick to my knitting.'

'What did you tell him you were going to do?'

'Train as a nurse. But he wouldn't hear of it. He said it was not a
fit thing for a young girl to nurse wounded men. But if they are
wounded for their country, surely we women ought to stop at nothing.
But here we are at the hall. Mind you make a good speech, Captain
Luscombe; I am going to be an awfully severe critic.'

After the meeting, George St. Mabyn returned with us to Granitelands,
and Sir Roger, in talking about the men who had volunteered for service
that night, again referred to the meeting at Plymouth, and to the man
who had enlisted. He also again insisted upon the possible romantic
outcome of the situation. Again I thought I saw the haunted look in
George St. Mabyn's eyes, and I fancied that the cigar he held between
his fingers trembled.

Miss Blackwater, however, showed very little interest in the story, and
seemed to be somewhat bored by its recital. Lorna Bolivick, however,
was greatly interested.

'And do you mean to say,' she asked, 'that you don't know where he is?'

'I have not the slightest idea.'

'And aren't you going to find out?'

'If I can, certainly.'

'Why,--why,'--and she spoke in a childish, impetuous way--'I think it
is just cruel of you. If I were in your place, I wouldn't rest until I
had found him. I would hunt the whole Army through.'

'I should have a long job,' I replied. 'Besides, he may not have
joined the Army.'

'But he has,--of course he has. He could not help himself. It is your
duty to be with him, and to help him. I think you are responsible for
him.'

Of course every one laughed at this.

'But I _do_!' she insisted. 'It was not for nothing that they met like
that. Mr. Luscombe was meant to meet him, meant to help him. It was
he who persuaded him to join the Army, and now it is his bounden duty
to find him out, wherever he is. Why, think of the people who may be
grieving about him! Here he is, a gentleman, with all a gentleman's
instincts, an ordinary private; and of course having no memory he'll,
in a way, be helpless, and may be led to