"I was just wondering," said Elton, "if the Triggses are not very wise in eating onions and not bothering about what the world will think."
"Eating onions!" cried Patricia.
"My medical board is on Tuesday up North," said Elton, "and I shall hope to get back to France. You see things in a truer perspective when you're leaving town under such conditions."
Patricia was silent for some time. Elton's remarks sometimes wanted thinking out.
"You think we should take happiness where we can find it?" she asked.
"Well! I think we are too much inclined to render unto Cæsar the things which are God's," he replied gravely.
"Do you appreciate that you are talking in parables?" said Patricia.
"That is because I do not possess Mr. Triggs's golden gift of directness."
Suddenly Patricia glanced at her watch. "Why, it's five minutes to three!" she cried. "I had no idea it was so late."
"I promised to run round to say good-bye to Peter at three," Elton remarked casually, as he passed through the lounge.
"Good-bye!" cried Patricia in surprise.
"He is throwing up his staff appointment, and has applied to rejoin his regiment in France."
For a moment Patricia stopped dead, then with a great effort she passed through the revolving
