Evans
Gordon did!
[Eagerly—with intense admiration]
In the war! He was an ace! And he always fought just as cleanly as he’d played football! Even the Huns respected him!
Marsden
[Thinking cynically]
This Gordon worshipper must be the apple of Nina’s eye!. . .
[Casually]
Were you in the army?
Evans
[Shamefacedly]
Yes—infantry—but I never got to the front—never saw anything exciting.
[Thinking glumly]
Won’t tell him I tried for flying service . . . wanted to get in Gordon’s outfit . . . couldn’t make the physical exam. . . . never made anything I wanted . . . suppose I’ll lose out with Nina, too . . .
[Then rallying himself]
Hey, you! . . . what’s the matter with you? . . . don’t quit! . . .
Marsden
[Who has been staring at him inquisitively]
How did you happen to come out here tonight?
Evans
I was calling on Nina when your wire came. Ned thought I better come along, too—might be of some use.
