Just after Christmas Guy was wounded, and came home for six weeks.
He was shot in the shoulder; it was not dangerous. He was sent
to a hospital at Southampton. Cousin John applied for leave to
have him at Yearsly, a private hospital now, but that was against
the regulations.
Cousin Delia went down to Southampton and stayed in an hotel.
I went down to see him one day, before he went back.
He was sitting with Cousin Delia, and his arm was in a sling.
They were in a little room with a balcony looking out on to the
sea. Guy was laughing when I came in I saw his face sideways
against the light, and I thought:
‘How dear he is, and how just the same as before.’ I don’t know
why exactly, but I had been afraid of his seeming different.
We had tea together, Cousin Delia and Guy and I, and we were
very happy. The War seemed a long way off; we did not talk about
it. Guy had another month ahead of him before he need go back.
He went to Yearsly at the end of his leave; he had a fortnight
there, but I did not see him again that time.