Silver Lining
Leslie paced the front room, uneasy and restless, unable to settle down. “I don’t anticipate any danger on this one,” Edward had said in his letter, “so don’t you worry. I’ll be home in no time.” But that was over a month ago, and Leslie still had no further word from him. Evangeline had returned to London, “for a fortnight only,” and had promised to return, but she hadn’t. Caroline and Cyril were conspicuously absent from the cottage most of the time now, and Leslie was certain love was in the air. Everyone was involved in something. Everyone except him. He hated feeling sorry for himself, but that was it. He did feel miserable. He was alone and lonely and the bucolic, isolated country life was losing its attraction. He longed for activity, the bustle of a big city, and in
