"Here's to the fortunate and gallant fellow over there."
I saw her knuckles whiten as, with an inclination of the head, she
acknowledged the toast.
"By the way," said he, "what's his regiment? My good mother told
me his name. Captain Connor, isn't it? But for the rest she is
vague. She's the vaguest old dear in the world. I found out to-day
that she thought there was a long row of cannons, hundreds of
them, all in a line, in front of the English Army, and a long row
in front of the German Army, and, when there was a battle, that
they all blazed away. So when I asked her whether your husband was
in the Life Guards or the Army Service Corps, she said cheerfully
that it was either one or the other but she wasn't quite sure. So
do give me some reliable information."
"My husband is in the 10th Wessex Fusiliers, a Territorial
battalion," she replied coldly.
"I hope some day to have the pleasure of making his acquaintance."
"Stranger things have happened," said Betty. She glanced at the
clock and rose abruptly. "It's time I was getting back to the
hospital."
Boyce rose too. "How are you going?" he asked.
"I'm walking."
He advanced a step towards her.
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