did. He asked her presently, leaving the theme of Adrienne, whether she

would not seriously consider going away for a little while with Nancy. "Meg could go down to The Little House," he said.

"Oh, no, she couldn't, Roger," said Mrs. Chadwick, "she won't go anywhere. She'll hardly speak to Monica. She just sits out-of-doors, all day, wrapped in a cloak, in the corner of the garden, staring in front of her, and she pays not the slightest attention to anything I say. And at night, in her room, I hear her sobbing, sobbing, as if her heart would break. I can't think hardly of Eric any longer, Roger. Isn't it strange; but it's almost as if he were my son that had been killed. And Barney may be killed," the poor mother's lip and chin began to tremble. "And you, too, Roger. I don't know how we shall live through all that we must bear and I keep thinking of the foolish little things, like your having cold feet and wearing the same clothes day after day in those horrible trenches. He suffered it all, poor Eric. No, I can't think hardly of him. All the same," she sobbed, "my heart is broken when I remember that they can never be married now."