Just then one of the "buttons" handed me a telegram. I tore open the
yellow envelope and read the sheet, still damp from the copy-press. It
ran:--
"Titia declares war. Detail as attache open. If desired report at
headquarters immediately. Hennecker relieves you in morning. Answer."
"(signed) HENDERSON, A. A. G."
I tossed it over to Courtney. "You're that much nearer the dinner," I
said.
"And the Princess also," he added.
"Then you're actually going?" I asked.
"My dear Major, did you ever doubt it?"
"Your vagaries are past doubting," I answered.
"And yours?"
"I am going under orders of the War Department."
"Of course," he answered, "of course. And, that being so, you won't
mind my confessing that I'm going largely on account of--a woman."
"I won't mind anything that gives me your companionship."
"So, it's settled," he said. "Let us have some dinner, and then cut in
for a farewell turn in the game of hearts upstairs."
"It will be another sort of game over the water," I observed.
"Yes--with a different sort of hearts," he said thoughtfully.
"Is it possible, Courtney, you are growing sentimental?" I demanded.
He shrugged his shoulders.
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