But he knew that for a young man back from the wars, with only one arm, his way to make and a bride waiting to marry him, such a haven could not be. His thoughts went back to the early days of the war while he was still the Dean’s secretary and eating his heart out because he was too safe and comfortable, pining to work in the East End and be stoned, or be a missionary to lepers and come back a human wreck. Now he knew that some forms of usefulness were closed to him and had tried hard to submit. Yet the sight of this little house filled him with such longing that he would have been almost glad if Nannie had appeared and taken him back to Ladysmith Cottages.
All the time while they had been walking up and down, Sir Harry had been talking, but though Mr. Needham tried to listen, he was so
