CHAPTER XIX
HILDA SHAKES A TREE
When Dr. McKenzie and Jim Connolly arrived, Derry said apologetically
as he shook hands with the Doctor, "You see, you can't get rid of
me--but I have such a lot of things to talk over with you."
It was after Jean had gone to bed, however, that they had their talk,
and before that Derry and Jean had walked in the moonlight and had
listened to the chimes.
There had, perhaps, never been such a moon. It hung in a sky that
shimmered from horizon to horizon. Against this shimmering background
the college buildings were etched in black--there was a glint of gold
as the light caught the icicles and made candles of them.
In the months to come that same moon was to sail over the cantonment
where Derry slept heavily after hard days. It was to sail over the
trenches of France, where, perhaps, he slept not at all, or slept
uneasily in the midst of mud and vermin. But always when he looked up
at it, he was to see the Cross on the top of the College, and to hear
the chimes.
They talked that night of the things that were deep in their hearts.
She wanted him to go--yes, she wanted him to go, but she was afraid.
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