Chapter 7

Then had come the dreadful news from the Front. Mabel had thrown herself into her nursing and kept at it ever since, refusing to give up her work even when the Armistice came. Roger…Roger had carried on as he was, telling himself he was doing valuable work in the Admiralty. Trying to push aside the guilt and shame he felt at not having been out there in Hugh’s place.

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Roger spent much of his time reading, those few months after calling on Sir Arthur. He’d hide himself away in his room, sitting on the wide, low sill of his window with a book as he had as a child. When he raised his head from his book, he could look out at the trees in their rich autumn clothing—but now there was no chance of spying a glimpse of Hugh and his friends, swaggering back from the hunt or larking about in the leaves.