"You're a _beastly_ man!" he thought.
"How long are you going to be with us, do you think?" asked Semyonov.
"Don't know--depends on so many things."
"Why don't you go back to England? They want soldiers."
"Wouldn't pass my eyesight."
"When are they going to begin doing something on the other Front, do
you think?"
"When they're ready, I suppose."
"They're very slow. Where's all your army we heard so much about?"
"There's a big army going to be ready soon."
"Yes, but we were told things would begin in May. It's only the
Germans who've begun."
"I don't know; I've seen no English papers for some weeks."
There was a pause. Semyonov smiled, stood up, looked into Trenchard's
eyes.
"I must go to England," he said slowly, "after the war. Marie Ivanovna
and I will go, I hope, together. She told me to-day that that is one
of the things that she hopes we will do together--later on."
Trenchard returned Semyonov's gaze. After a moment he said:
"Yes--you would enjoy it.
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