““Oh, bless them,” Evie breathed. “Bless whom?” “All of them,” she said, throwing her arms wide as if to embrace the whole city. “They don’t care there’s a war on. They mean to welcome 1915 and show the kaiser they won’t be beat. I love them for it.” She turned to him, her eyes anxious. “What about you? Will you go?” “Not yet,” he told her, edging as close to the truth as he dared. “I am hoping to head an expedition to China soon. I’m attempting the Karakorum range again.””
