Not a word had come through
from Rossiter, from Honoria, Bertie Adams, or any of her Suffrage
friends. I can supply briefly what she did not know.
Rossiter at the very outbreak of War had offered his services as one
deeply versed in anatomy and in physiology to the Army Medical
Service, and especially to a great person at the War Office; but had
been told quite cavalierly that they had no need of him. As he
persisted, he had been asked--in the hope that it might get rid of
him--to go over to the United States in company with a writer of
comic stories, a retired actor and a music-hall singer, and lecture
on the causes of the War in the hope of bringing America in. This he
had declined to do, and being rich and happening to know personally
General Armstrong (Honoria's husband) he had been allowed to
accompany him to the vicinity of the front and there put his
theories of grafting flesh and bone to the test; with the ultimate
results that his work became of enormous beneficial importance and
he was given rank in the R.A.M.C. Honoria, racked with anxiety about
her dear "Army," and very sad as to Vivie's disappearance, slaved at
War work as much as her children's demands on her permitted; or even
put her children on one side to help the sick and wounded. Vivie's
Suffrage friends forgot she had ever existed and turned their
attention to propaganda, to recruiting for the Voluntary Army which
our ministers still hoped might suffice to win the War, to the
making of munitions, or aeroplane parts, to land work and to any
other work which might help their country in its need.
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