William Le Queux,
The Zeppelin Destroyer: Being Some Chapters of Secret History
“ Ah! Roseye,” I said. “It is all too awful. What I fear is that we are riding gaily for a fall.”“No,” she said. “I agree in a sense with all you say. But we are not riding for a fall, so long as we have brave men ready to sacrifice their lives in Britain’s cause. You, Claude, are one of those,” she added, looking straight into my face with an open, frank expression—that love-look which can never be feigned, either by man or by woman.In that second I realised that at least my suspicion that she had any secret affection for Lionel Eastwell was groundless. ”
