Barbara isn't married to Billy boy.'
He draws himself up. 'Not marry Billy! I'll see about that.'
She presses him into his chair. 'Sit down, dear, and I'll tell you
something again. It is nothing to trouble you, because your soldiering
is done, John; and greatly done. My dear, there is war again, and our
old land is in it. Such a war as my soldier never knew.'
He rises. He is a stern old man. 'A war! That's it, is it? So now I
know! Why wasn't I told? Why haven't I my marching orders? I'm not too
old yet.'
'Yes, John, you are too old, and all you can do now is to sit here
and--and take care of me. You knew all about it quite clearly this
morning. We stood together upstairs by the window listening to the
aircraft guns.'
'I remember! I thought it was a thunderstorm, Dering told me he heard
nothing.'
'Dering?'
'Our gardener, you know.' His voice becomes husky. 'Haven't I been
talking with him, Ellen?'
'It is a long time since we had a gardener, John.'
'Is it? So it is! A war! That is why there is no more cricket on the
green.'
'They have all gone to the war, John.
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