himself, but it is equally ineffective. Then he opens the pantry door
and calls.

'Old lady.'

She comes timidly to the door, her hand up as if to ward off a blow.

'Is it time?'

An encouraging voice answers her.

'No, no, not yet. I've left word for Dixon to whistle when go I must.'

'All is ended.'

'Now, then, you promised to be gay. We were to help one another.'

'Yes, Kenneth.'

'It's bad for me, but it's worse for you.'

'The men have medals to win, you see.'

'The women have their medals, too.' He knows she likes him to order her
about, so he tries it again.

'Come here. No, I'll come to you.' He stands gaping at her wonderingly.
He has no power of words, nor does he quite know what he would like to
say. 'God!'