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FIDELIA
Long before he wanted to, David rose to go.
"It's wonderful to be able to talk with you again," he said. "It's made a different day for me."
She said, "You can come whenever you want to. I hope surely you'll come when you get back from home."
"Every time?"
"Every time, if you care to." And she held forth her hand.
He clasped it; and in a glow he went out on his way to his room.
She also was aglow; but soon recollections, undeniable ones with despair in them, seized her. Suppose he offered her love, could she feel sure of it? Suppose they progressed so far this time that they married and then Fidelia re-appeared; suppose to-day, in that line of trench across the north of France, the man who had drawn Fidelia away, was fallen.
