‘Hugo was happy.’
It seemed to me at the moment, that what happened afterwards,
could hardly count, and I felt his letter, after all, an answer
to mine.
October wore to a close. The certainty of peace grew clearer
day by day, but no news came of Hugo. No news ever came.
Cousin Delia came to see me once, and I saw Guy. He spoke of
Hugo a little but not much; Diana was there.
He was to leave the hospital soon, in two or three weeks, they
said. He was to go to Yearsly. They would be married later, after
the New Year.