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The enemy are massing on our left front, down behind those cottages. How are things going on our right?" "They are holding their own, sir." "Good! Just tell Ayling to get his guns trained. But doubtless he has done so already. I must get back to the other flank."
"You're right, sir, I'm afraid." They regarded each other, those two, Chedsey, rotund and pink, looking down upon Ayling, long and lean, with fine wrinkles about his eyes, and hair considerably grayed, wondering, both of them, why names should be so much more enduring than they themselves had been.
In a flash she saw the story the cold facts printed in a newspaper as they would undoubtedly be or told by gossips, glad of a scandal to repeat: She, Peggy's mother and Richard Ayling together at a country inn the sudden and sensational discovery of Ayling's death.... She could see the stern face of Lady McCrae the accusing blue eyes of Andrew McCrae ... and Peggy's stricken face.
Ayling thanked him, and stepped somewhat higher than usual, as a bullet struck the ground at his feet. "Extraordinary how few casualties one gets," continued the Sapper chattily. "Their snipers go potting away all night, but they don't often get anybody. By the way, they have a machine-gun trained on this road, but they only loose it off every second night. Methodical beggars!"
Her voice was perfectly smooth because her will had deserted her again. Only her brain worked, clearly, independently. "Ah, Mrs. Lonsdale; this is Mr. Burke speaking, Mr. Franklin Burke, of the Cosmos Club. I am making an effort to get into touch with friends of Mr. Richard Ayling, and I am told by a man named Chedsey, who I believe was at one time in your employ, that Mr.
Bobby Little is in command of "A" Company: if he can cling to this precarious eminence for thirty days that is, if no one is sent out to supersede him he becomes an "automatic" captain, aged twenty! Major Kemp commands the battalion; Wagstaffe is his senior major. Ayling has departed from our midst, and rumour says that he is leading a sort of Pooh Bah existence at Brigade Headquarters.
Once she had walked on and on, faster and faster, not noticing how she had quickened her pace, her head up, facing the light wind blowing in from the sea. And, turning to ask a question of Ayling at her side, his white face stopped her instantly. "Oh, I am sorry! Forgive me," she said. He smiled, embarrassed, and waited a moment for breath before he said, "It's just the wind; it's pretty stiff."
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