VII

I was bewildered at first; I could not understand at all. I had

seen the posters calling for recruits; I had seen the recruits

drilling; but that too had seemed in its way remote; it had not

occurred to me somehow that people of my own might go. I remember

being glad, in the first days of all, that I had no one in the

army. It had once been thought of for Guy, and I thought, ‘what

a good thing Guy is not a soldier’; and then I felt ashamed at

my own selfishness, for other people were soldiers, who mattered

really as much.

And now I thought, it seems dreadful to say it, but I thought,

‘How silly of Guy and Hugo!’

And I thought:

‘That is just the side of them that Walter doesn’t like—fantastic—out

of touch with reality.’

And I thought:

‘It is play acting, a little bit, and I always denied they did

that. It would be much better if Hugo got a sensible job at last,

and if Guy stuck to his law; he was getting on very well.’

I was not anxious about them. I did not believe they would ever

be sent out to fight. They were only in training now; they were

in camp somewhere, Grandmother had said, Hugo in Essex, and Guy

on Salisbury plain. I knew it took months to train soldiers,

and they were officers; that took several years; the War would

be over before they were ready to go out; that made it so silly.

But I was disturbed and unhappy all the same.

When I got home I told Walter. I expected him to say too that

it was foolish but he didn’t.

He was sitting at his writing-table in the study. He gave a sort

of groan and buried his face in his hands.

‘We shall all have to go before it is done,’ he said, and then

abruptly:

‘I don’t suppose I shall finish my book now—that is all wasted.’

My heart seemed to stand still. I felt as though I was in a nightmare

suddenly trying to wake up; or as though I had woken up, very

early, in the dark, and thought of death; a helpless desperate

feeling, as though the earth were slipping away, as though one

were going to fall into infinite space . . . and then I recovered;

normality came back, and I was sure that Walter too was hysterical

and unhinged.

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