THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
that scares me. Supposing they do cure him . . . bring him back to knowledge . . . don’t you see what it will mean? Sending him back to France . . . to danger, perhaps to death . . . all that horror and anxiety and misery beginning again?
Frank : Don’t you want him to be cured?
Jenny : I don’t know. While he’s with her like this he’s safe. She’s protecting him, his body as well as his soul. While he’s like this they can’t send him back to that hell out there. Oh, I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what’s best. I’m out of my depth. I don’t understand. I used to dread his being killed, or wounded. But this . . . I could never have imagined anything like this. Why has it happened?
Frank : Who knows? There are more things in heaven and earth . . .
Jenny : Don’t!
Frank : And how is Kitty?
Jenny : Bearing up. I don’t know how.
Frank : God gives fortitude to bear our trials.
Jenny : Don’t talk to me about God, Frank, or I shall lose my temper.
Frank : My dear Jenny . . .
Jenny : Does God care? Has this anything to do with Him?
Frank : My dear Jenny, if that is the attitude you are going to adopt . . .
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