"I’m very glad Lady Brent will hear about him now," she said. "It’s dreadful to think what might have happened when they couldn’t have got to him." "Well, they couldn’t, anyhow, when he was in Egypt. He says it was much better that they shouldn’t have been anxious about him, and as it turned out there was no need to have been anxious. I must say I’m rather glad we didn’t know, though it’s horrid to think of our enjoying ourselves at home when Harry was nearly dying. Sidney and I both told him that we wanted to know everything about him now, and he promised to." "To write to you?" "Yes; or to let us have a message. You see we’re real friends, mother dear. We’ve had a lovely time together and enjoyed ourselves frightfully; but it hasn’t been quite all enjoying ourselves. Sidney and I both know that Harry dreads things. I don’t mean being wounded, or anything like that. But everything is so different for him. What we both got to know was that he wanted it to be like it used to be here as much as ever it could be. That’s why he won’t talk about the war. We could make him forget it; so we were sometimes more lively than we really felt. I’m sure I don’t feel at all lively now." Her mother stole a glance at her, as she sat with a calm face looking out in front of her. "Well, darling," she said, "you’ll have Harry home on leave again. I’m sure both you and Sidney have done a lot for him since he’s been home this time. There was a sort of strain on him at first which wasn’t there afterwards." "Did you notice that? I’m very glad. Of course Sidney did more than I did. She was with him more, and she’s older. But they were both very sweet to me. I think I did help. I love them both. I love Sidney. I wish——" She broke off abruptly. "I think I can guess what Sidney’s secret is," said her mother, after a pause. "I think she meant me to, you know, when she told you you could tell me that there was a secret." Jane looked at her eagerly. "I don’t suppose she really meant me not to tell you," she said. "If I’ve found it out for myself, she wouldn’t mind you talking about it. I shouldn’t mention it to anybody else. I thought, when you told me, that perhaps she was in love with somebody, and that was why you and she and Harry could all be friends together so happily." Jane breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that’s it exactly," she said. "How clever you are, mother! I’m glad you knew. His name is Noel Chancellor. I’ve seen his photograph. He is very good-looking, but of course not so good-looking as Harry. I can’t help thinking that if she’d never seen him she would be in love with Harry." "Perhaps. But it doesn’t always come like that. And he’s not in love with her, you see, though there’s nobody else, for him."