"To think," the Doctor said, as they sat at their frugal board, "to
think that we three should be here in the midst of all this; and yet a
year ago I was wondering what to do with the rest of my life, Drusilla
was running around telling people what kind of pictures to put on their
walls, and what kind of draperies to put at their windows, and Derry
was trying to pretend that he was not an elegant idler; and now--we are
seeing a world made over--"
"You are seeing the world of men made over," said Drusilla, "but the
most wonderful thing is seeing the women made over."
"I don't want to see the women made over," the Doctor groaned. "They
are nice enough as it is. I want my little Jean gay and smiling--and
Derry tells me that she is a nun in a white veil."
"She is more than that," Derry said, and a great light came into his
eyes. "I sometimes feel that she and Drusilla are holding hands across
the sea--two brave women in different spheres."
Drusilla, wise Drusilla pondered. "Perhaps the war will teach men like
Bruce that women aren't playthings--"
"Don't be too hard on me, Drusilla."
"I am not hard.
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