detached attention changed to a readiness for her.

He was a young man of twenty-one, with a slender figure and soft brown hair brushed up on the German fashion straight from his brow.

“Are you staying long?” she asked.

“I've got a month's leave,” he said, glancing at Tom Brangwen. “But I've various places I must go to — put in some time here and there.”

He brought her a strong sense of the outer world. It was as if she were set on a hill and could feel vaguely the whole world lying spread before her.

“What have you a month's leave from?” she asked.

“I'm in the Engineers — in the Army.”