He walked
the streets. He tried to allow for Natalie's lack of exaltation by
the nature of her life. If she could have seen what he had seen,
surely she would have felt, as he did, that no sacrifice could be
too great to end this cancer of the world. But deep in his heart
he knew that Natalie was - Natalie. Nothing would change her.
As it happened, he passed Graham on the Atlantic. There was a
letter for him at the office, a boyish, exultant letter:
"Dad dear, I'm married!" it began. "Married and off for France.
It is Delight, of course. It always was Delight, altho I know that
sounds queer. And now I'm off to kill a Hun or two. More than
that, I hope. I want two Germans for every poor devil they got at
the works. That's the minimum. The maximum - !
"You'll look after Delight, I know. She has been perfectly bully,
but it's hard on her. We were married two days ago, and already I
feel as though I've always been married. She's going on with the
canteen work, and I shall try not to be jealous.
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