"I hope you won"t mind, Father; but I"m enlisting too."
John"s voice was a light, high echo of Nicky"s.
With a great effort Anthony roused himself from his contemplation of Michael"s foot.
"I--can"t--see--that my minding--or not minding--has anything--to do--with it."
He brought his words out slowly and with separate efforts, as if they weighed heavily on his tongue. "We"ve got to consider what"s best for the country all round, and I doubt if either of you is called upon to go."
"Some of us have got to go," said Nicky.
"Quite so. But I don"t think it ought to be you, Nicky; or John, either."
"I suppose," said Michael, "you mean it ought to be me."
"I don"t mean anything of the sort. One out of four"s enough."
"One out of four? Well then--"
"That only leaves me to fight," said Dorothy.
"I wasn"t thinking of you, Michael. Or of Dorothy."
They all looked at him where he sat, upright and n.o.ble, in his chair, and most absurdly young.
Dorothy said under her breath: "Oh, you darling Daddy."
"_You_ won"t be allowed to go, anyhow," said John to his father. "You needn"t think it."
"Why not?"
"Well--." He hadn"t the heart to say: "Because you"re too old."
"Nicky"s brains will be more use to the country than my old carca.s.s."
Nicky thought: "You"re the very last of us that can be spared." But he couldn"t say it. The thing was so obvious. All he said was: "It"s out of the question, your going."
"Old Nicky"s out of the question, if you like," said John. "He"s going to be married. He ought to be thinking of his wife and children."
"Of course he ought," said Anthony. "Whoever goes first, it isn"t Nicky."
"You ought to think of Mummy, Daddy ducky; and you ought to think of _us_," said Dorothy.
"I," said John, "haven"t got anybody to think of. I"m not going to be married, and I haven"t any children."
"I haven"t got a wife and children yet," said Nicky.
"You"ve got Veronica. You ought to think of her."
"I am thinking of her. You don"t suppose Veronica"d stop me if I wanted to go? Why, she wouldn"t look at me if I didn"t want to go."
Suddenly he remembered Michael.
"I mean," he said, "after my _saying_ that I was going."
Their eyes met. Michael"s flickered. He knew that Nicky was thinking of him.
"Then Ronny knows?" said Frances.
"Of course she knows. _You_ aren"t going to try to stop me, Mother?"
"No," she said. "I"m not going to try to stop you--this time."
She thought: "If I hadn"t stopped him seven years ago, he would be safe now, with the Army in India."
One by one they got up and said "Good night" to each other.
But Nicholas came to Michael in his room.
He said to him: "I say, Mick, don"t you worry about not enlisting. At any rate, _not yet_. Don"t worry about Don and Daddy. They won"t take Don because he"s got a mitral murmur in his heart that he doesn"t know about. He"s going to be jolly well sold, poor chap. And they won"t take the guv"nor because he"s too old; though the dear old thing thinks he can bluff them into it because he doesn"t look it.
"And look here--don"t worry about me. As far as I"m concerned, the War"s a blessing in disguise. I always wanted to go into the Army. You know how I loathed it when they went and stopped me. Now I"m going in and n.o.body--not even mother--really wants to keep me out. Soon they"ll all be as pleased as Punch about it.
"And I sort of know how you feel about the War. You don"t want to stick bayonets into German tummies, just _because_ they"re so large and oodgy.
You"d think of that first and all the time and afterwards. And I shan"t think of it at all.
"Besides, you disapprove of the War for all sorts of reasons that I can"t get hold of. But it"s like this--you couldn"t respect yourself if you went into it; and I couldn"t respect myself if I stayed out."
"I wonder," Michael said, "if you really see it."
"Of course I see it. That"s the worst of you clever writing chaps. You seem to think n.o.body can ever see anything except yourselves."
When he had left him Michael thought: "I wonder if he really does see?
Or if he made it all up?"
They had not said to each other all that they had really meant. Of Nicky"s many words there were only two that he remembered vividly, "Not yet."
Again he felt the horror of the great empty s.p.a.ce opened up between him and Nicky, deep and still and soundless, but for the two words: "Not yet."
XX
It was as Nicholas had said. Anthony and John were rejected; Anthony on account of his age, John because of the mitral murmur that he didn"t know about.
The guv"nor had lied, John said, like a good "un; swore he was under thirty-five and stuck to it. He might have had a chance if he"d left it at that, because he looked a jolly sight better than most of "em when he was stripped. But they"d given him so good an innings that the poor old thing got above himself, and spun them a yarn about his hair having gone grey from a recent shock. That dished him. They said they knew that sort of hair; they"d been seeing a lot of it lately.
Anthony was depressed. He said bitter things about "red tape," and declared that if that was the way things were going to be managed it was a bad look-out for the country. John was furious. He said the man who examined him was a blasted idiot who didn"t know his own rotten business. He"d actually had the beastly cheek to tell him they didn"t want him dropping down dead when he went into action, or fainting from sheer excitement after they"d been to the trouble and expense of training him. As if he"d be likely to do a d.a.m.n silly thing like that.
He"d never been excited in his life. It was enough to _give_ him heart-disease.