Echoes of the War

Chapter 11

"I mean that a boy naturally goes to his mother with his troubles rather than to his father. Rogie tells me everything."

Mr. Torrance is stung. "I daresay he might tell me things he wouldn"t tell you."

She smiles at this. It is very probably sarcasm.

"I want you to be serious just now. Why not show more warmth to him, John?"

With an unspoken sigh, "It would terrify him, Ellen. Two men show warmth to each other! Shame, woman!"

"Two men!" indignantly. "John, he is only nineteen."

"That"s all," patting her hand. "Ellen, it is the great age to be to-day, nineteen."

Emma darts in.

"Mother, he has unlocked the door! He is taking a last look at himself in the mirror before coming down!"

Having made the great announcement, she is off again.

"You won"t be sarcastic, John?"

"I give you my word--if you promise not to break down."

Rashly, "I promise." She hurries to the door and back again. "John, I"ll contrive to leave you and him alone together for a little."

Mr. Torrance is as alarmed as if the judge had looked over the bench and asked where he was. "For G.o.d"s sake, woman, don"t do that! Father and son! He"ll bolt; or if he doesn"t, I will."

Emma Torrance flings open the door grandly, and we learn what all the to-do is about.

EMMA. "Allow me to introduce 2nd Lieutenant Torrance of the Royal Suss.e.x. Father--your son; 2nd Lieutenant Torrance--your father.

Mother--your little Rogie."

Roger, in uniform, walks in, strung up for the occasion. Or the uniform comes forward with Roger inside it. He has been a very ordinary nice boy up to now, dull at his "books"; by an effort Mr. Torrance had sent him to an obscure boarding-school, but at sixteen it was evident that an office was the proper place for Roger. Before the war broke out he was treasurer of the local lawn tennis club, and his golf handicap was seven; he carried his little bag daily to and from the city, and his highest relaxation was giggling with girls or about them. Socially he had fallen from the standards of the home; even now that he is in his uniform the hasty might say something clever about "temporary gentlemen."

But there are great ideas buzzing in Roger"s head, which would never have been there save for the war. At present he is chiefly conscious of his clothes. His mother embraces him with cries of rapture, while Mr.

Torrance surveys him quizzically over the paper; and Emma, rushing to the piano, which is of such an old-fashioned kind that it can also be used as a sideboard, plays "See the Conquering Hero Comes."

ROGER, in an agony, "Mater, do stop that chit making an a.s.s of me."

He must be excused for his "mater." That was the sort of school; and his mother is rather proud of the phrase, though it sometimes makes his father wince.

MRS. TORRANCE. "Emma, please, don"t. But I"m sure you deserve it, my darling. Doesn"t he, John?"

MR. TORRANCE, missing his chance, "Hardly yet, you know. Can"t be exactly a conquering hero the first night you put them on, can you, Roger?"

ROGER, hotly, "Did I say I was?"

MRS. TORRANCE. "Oh, John! Do turn round, Rogie. I never did--I never did!"

EMMA. "Isn"t he a pet!"

ROGER. "Shut up, Emma."

MRS. TORRANCE, challenging the world, "Though I say it who shouldn"t--and yet, why shouldn"t I?"

MR. TORRANCE. "In any case you will--so go ahead, "mater.""

MRS. TORRANCE. "I knew he would look splendid; but I--of course I couldn"t know that he would look quite so splendid as this."

ROGER. "I know I look a bally a.s.s. That is why I was such a time in coming down."

MR. TORRANCE. "We thought we heard you upstairs strutting about."

MRS. TORRANCE. "John! Don"t mind him, Rogie."

ROGER, haughtily, "I don"t."

MR. TORRANCE. "Oh!"

ROGER. "But I wasn"t strutting."

MRS. TORRANCE. "That dreadful sword! No, I would prefer you not to draw it, dear--not till necessity makes you."

MR. TORRANCE. "Come, come, Ellen; that"s rather hard lines on the boy.

If he isn"t to draw it here, where is he to draw it?"

EMMA, with pride, "At the Front, father."

MR. TORRANCE. "I thought they left them at home nowadays, Roger?"

ROGER. "Yes, mater; you see, they are a bit in the way."

MRS. TORRANCE, foolishly, "Not when you have got used to them."

MR. TORRANCE. "That isn"t what Roger means." (His son glares.)

EMMA, who, though she has not formerly thought much of Roger, is now proud to trot by his side and will henceforth count the salutes, "I know what he means. If you carry a sword the snipers know you are an officer, and they try to pick you off."

MRS. TORRANCE. "It"s no wonder they are called Huns. Fancy a British sniper doing that! Roger, you will be very careful, won"t you, in the trenches?"

ROGER. "Honour bright, mater."

MRS. TORRANCE. "Above all, don"t look up."

MR. TORRANCE. "The trenches ought to be so deep that they can"t look up."

MRS. TORRANCE. "What a good idea, John."

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