"There's a weakness that is only a sort of habit. It may come from
not wanting to hurt somebody." Delight was pulling nervously at her
gloves. "And there is this to be said, too. If there is what you
call weakness, wouldn't the army be good for it? It makes men, some
times, doesn't it?"
For a sickening moment, Audrey thought of Chris. War had made Chris,
but it had killed him, too.
"Have you thought of one thing?" she asked. "That in trying to make
this young man, whoever it is, he may be hurt, or even worse?"
"He would have to take his chance, like the rest."
She went a little pale, however. Audrey impulsively put an arm
around her.
"And this - woman is the little long-legged girl who used to give
signals to her father when the sermon was too long! Now - what can
I do about this youth who can't make up his own mind?"
"You can talk to his mother."
"If I know his mother - ? and I think I do - it won't do the slightest
good."
"Then his father. You are great friends, aren't you?"
Even this indirect mention of Clayton made Audrey's hands tremble.
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