ode of a few minutes ago, seemed already to have passed from the girl's manner. She walked on, humming to herself. As they paused to cross the road, she glanced as thou

ou wear uniform in

"After all, I am not reall

ecoming,"

n her eyes as she looked down the street,

ptain Granet

artily. "I think he is

most attractive type of yo

e was at a polo match, and to-day we sit side by side in a restaurant, and, although he won't speak of them, one knows that he has had all manner of marvellous adventures. He wa

s going to carry us through, if any on

y clutched

as carrying, "that is the one thing I cannot bear, the one thi

sed and read

WITHOUT WARNING IN THE IRISH

makes one long to be not a man but a god, to be

ind them declared. "That's my job now. Didn't yo

er waved

our ship?" Th

the new type-forty knots an hour, a dear little row of four-inch guns, and, my God! something els

her hand upon h

you joi

be several days before we are at work. It's the Scorpion they're g

" she

riously like his sister's,

rod in pickle for t

Thomson i

. Thomson was looking towards him wi

ather fed up with these tales of spies and that sort of thing, but d

o you know about it

re is any device on the Scorpion for dealing with these infernal craft, I'd never breathe a word about it,

cheeks were a

even, than I had dared to hope for. Still, before the girls it didn't seem to matter very much. T

his finger and s

to Conyers. "If you'd heard half the stories I had

mustn't think I'm a gas-bag just because I said a word

, Hugh?" Ger

I must. I really have rather an im

rt a time and you seem to be keeping appointments all the whi

" he explained calmly. "If I may, I will telephone

gave him a pleasant little no

d, as they started off. "I didn't like his pull

d I think it was rather horrid of him," Oli

ee," Ralph Conyers remarked. "You'll have to wake him u

f trouble in Geraldine's face. She

ugh is one of them. When one remembers all the terrible things he

Square and paused b

me, Ralph, and you too,

ok his head

o receive my final instructions," h

at my instructions are going to be," he continued, dropping his voice a little, "but I'm sick of making war the way our chaps are

windows of the house before which they were standing came the mu

we who've tackled the job. Thomson's different. Your young man at luncheon, Geraldine-what's his name?-Granet-he's different. There's something big and serious grown up inside us, and th

him for a few moments. His shoulders were as square as ever but something had gone fr

ed "when they've been face to face with the