of others; indeed, such formed the chief subject of her absorptions.  One might say that they neither of them had philosophy yet were as philosophic a couple as one could meet on this earth of the self-conscious.  Daily life to these two was still of simple savour.  To be absorbed in life—­the queer endless tissue of moments and things felt and done and said and made, the odd inspiriting conjunctions of countless people—­was natural to them; but they never thought whether they were absorbed or not, or had any particular attitude to Life or Death—­a great blessing at the epoch in which they were living.

Bob Pierson, then, paced the room, so absorbed in his dismay and concern, that he was almost happy.

“By Jove!” he said, “what a ghastly thing!

“Nollie, of all people!  I feel perfectly wretched, Thirza; wretched beyond words.”  But with each repetition his voice grew cheerier, and Thirza felt that he was already over the worst.

“Your coffee’s getting cold!” she said.

“What do you advise?  Shall I go up, heh?”

“I think you’ll be a godsend to poor Ted; you’ll keep his spirits up.  Eve won’t get any leave till Easter; and I can be quite alone, and see to Nollie here.  The servants can have a holiday—­, Nurse and I will run the house together.  I shall enjoy it.”

“You’re a good woman, Thirza!” Taking his wife’s hand, he put it to his lips.  “There isn’t another woman like you in the world.”

Thirza’s eyes smiled.  “Pass me your cup; I’ll give you some fresh coffee.”

It was decided to put the plan into operation at mid-month, and she bent all her wits to instilling into her husband the thought that a baby more or less was no great matter in a world which already contained twelve hundred million people.  With a man’s keener sense of family propriety, he could not see that this baby would be the same as any other baby.  “By heaven!” he would say, “I simply can’t get used to it; in our family!  And Ted a parson!  What the devil shall we do with it?”

“If Nollie will let us, why shouldn’t we adopt it?  It’ll be something to take my thoughts off the boys.”

“That’s an idea!  But Ted’s a funny fellow.  He’ll have some doctrine of atonement, or other in his bonnet.”

“Oh, bother!” said Thirza with asperity.

The thought of sojourning in town for a spell was not unpleasant to Bob Pierson.  His Tribunal work was over, his early, potatoes in, and he had visions of working for the Country, of being a special constable, and dining at his Club.  The nearer he was to the front, and the more he could talk about the war, the greater the service he felt he would be doing.  He would ask for a job where his brains would be of use.  He regretted keenly that Thirza wouldn’t be with him; a long separation like this would be a great trial.  And he would sigh and run his fingers through his whiskers.  Still for the Country, and for Nollie, one must put up with it!