- edge of tragic things. I remember some of her sayings
that night at dinner, and they seemed to me very good then, though when put down they lose the deep melody of her voice and the smile or sadness of her dark eyes.
"England," she said, "fought the war for Liberty and the rights of small nations, but said to Ireland, 'Hush, keep quiet there, damn you, or you'll make us look ridiculous.'"
"Irish soldiers," she said, "helped England to win all her wars but mostly in Scottish regiments. When the poor boys wanted to carry an Irish flag, Kitchener said, 'Go to Hell,' and some of them went to Flanders . . . and recruiting stopped with a snap."
"Now, how do you know these things?" asked Daddy Small. "Did Kitchener go to Lille to tell you?"
"No," said Eileen, "but I found some of the Dublin boys in the prison at Lille, and they told the truth before they died, and perhaps it was that which killed them. That, and starvation, and German brutality."
"I believe you're a Sinn Feiner," said Dr. Small. "Why don't you go to Ireland and show your true colours, ma'am?"
"I'm Sinn Fein all right," said Eileen, "but I hated the look of a white wall in Lille, and there are so many white walls in the little green isle. So I'm stopping in Kensington and trying to hate the English, but can't because I love them."
She turned to Wickham and said:
"Will you take me for a row in Kensington Gardens the very next day the sun shines?"
"Rather!" said Wickham, "on one condition!"
"And that?"
"That you'll be kind to my little Elsa when she comes."
"I'll be a mother to her," said Eileen, "but she must come quick or I'll be gone."
