entertaining, but to her, the man was a scoundrel. As for William, he didn’t want to be in the military anymore. He hated knowing that the army could send him anywhere in the world on a whim, separating him once again from his wife. The little he had seen of war convinced him there was no glory in it, once telling Elizebeth in a letter, “The War will not make better men or women out of us.” If he could choose his own path, he confessed, he would unwind the last few years of his professional life and return
