‘I know; I know they are expensive; I know I shall never have
a bathroom like that; that is why I am crying.’
Walter was trying to be kind.
‘You know, Helen,’ he said, ‘I sometimes think you don’t quite
understand; quite apart from the question of whether we could
afford it, do you think it would be right to spend a lot of money
on white tiles and shelves when the War is going on? Do you quite
realize what the War means? Hundreds and thousands of people
being killed every day and maimed and blinded.’