"You're early, aren't you?" she said.
"I fancy it is you who are late."
Then he realized that the chauffeur was waiting to speak to him.
"Yes, Jackson?"
"I'm sorry, sir. I guess I'll be leaving at the end of my month, Mr.
Spencer."
"Come into the library and I'll talk to you. What's wrong?"
"There's nothing wrong, sir. I have been very well suited. It's only--I
used to be in the regular army, sir, and I guess I'm going to be needed
again."
"You mean--we are going to be involved?"
"Yes, sir. I think we are."
"There's no answer to that, Jackson," he said. But a sense of irritation
stirred him as he went up the steps to the house door. Jackson was a
good man. Jackson and Klein, and who knew who would be next?
"Oh, damn the war," he reflected rather wearily.