‘But, good God,’ the banker exclaimed again, ‘men giving their lives for their country…Do you mean to say Brownlie did this out of revenge for Tietjens’ defending at courts–martial…And then…your thousand pounds is not shown in your husband’s pass–book…’
‘Of course it’s not,’ Sylvia said. ‘It has never been paid in. On Friday I had a formal letter from your people pointing out that North–Westerns were likely to rise and asked me to reconsider my position. The same day I sent an express telling them explicitly to do as I said…Ever since then your nephew has been on the ‘phone begging me not to save my husband. He was there, just now, when I went out of the room. He was also beseeching me to fly with him.’
Tietjens said:
‘Isn’t that enough, Sylvia? It’s rather torturing.’
‘Let them be tor
