"Willyouallowmetospeaktosomeofthemenfirst，sir？"
　　"Oh，certainly。Doanythingyoulike。Thereareyourmen。"
　　AsBarrymovedalongthelineofmendrawnupontheplatform，hewasfollowedbyarisingmurmurofadmiration，until，ashereachedagroupofofficersattheend，alittleTommy，anEnglishcockney，liftinghighhisrifle，sangout：
　　"Naowthen，lads，’ere’stoourO。D，"addingafterthecheers，"’e’sabitovolraa—ght，’eis！"
　　"Men，"saidBarry，"Ithankyouforyourcheers，butIthankyoumoreforyoursplendidbehaviournightbeforelast。Itwasbeyondpraise。Youcouldn’tsaveallyourcomrades，butyouwouldwillinglyhavegivenyourlivestosavethem。That’sthetruespiritoftheEmpire。It’sthespiritofHumanity。It’sthespiritofGod。IfIwereacombatantofficer——"
　　"You’dbeagood’un，sir，"criedavoice。
　　"IfIwereacombatantofficer，Ishouldliketoleadmenlikeyouintoaction。"
　　"We’dfollowyouto’ell，sir，"shoutedthelittlecockney。
　　"Oh，Ihopenot，"repliedBarry。"I’mnotgoingthatway。MayI
　　say，inwishingyoueverygoodluck，thatyouareacredittoyourcountry，andIcansaynothinghigher。Iwishtothanktheofficerswhososplendidlydidtheirdutyandgavesuchvaluableservice。Goodlucktoyou，boys，andgivemylovetoallathome。"
　　Againthemenbrokeintocheers，andBarry，shakinghandswiththeofficers，turnedawaytowardthecar。Ashewasenteringthecar，SergeantMatthewscameovertohim。
　　"Iwanttothankyou，sir，forgettingmefreeoftheR。A。M。C。
　　upthere。Ifeelratherbad，butsincemywifeiswaitingtomeetmeinLondon，Iwasanxioustogetthrough。"
　　"Allright，sergeant，"repliedBarry。"I’llgetyoutoahospitalinLondon，whenwearrive。Youarenotfeelingtoobadly，Ihope。"
　　"Alittleshookup，sir，"saidthesergeant。
　　AttheR。A。M。C。hospitalabitterdisappointmentawaitedhim。
　　HefoundthattheV。A。D。haddepartedforEngland，butjustwherenooneseemedtoknow。Inherlastlettertohim，receivedbeforethelasttourinthetrenches，shehadmentionedthepossibilityofavisittoLondon，andhadpromisedhimfurtherinformationbeforeherdeparture，butnofurtherwordhadhereceived。
　　HisinquiryatEtapleswasequallyunproductiveofresult。PaulaandherfatherhadalsogonetoEngland。TheyhadtakentheV。A。D。withthem，andtheiraddresswasunknown。ThematronofthehospitalbelievedthattheyhadplannedamotortriptoScotland，fortheyhadcarriedCaptainNeilFraseroffwiththem，andwereplanningavisittohishome。Theyexpectedtoreturninaboutthreeweeks。
　　Bythebitternessofhisdisappointment，Barryrealisedhowgreatlyhehadcountedonthismeetingwithhisfriends。WereitnotforthehopeofbeingabletodiscovertheminEngland，hewouldhaveturnedbackuptheline，thereandthen，andfoundamongtheonlyfriendshehadonthissideoftheoceanrelieffromtheintolerableweightoflonelinessthatwasbearinghimdown。
　　Hewalkedouttothecemetery，andstoodbesidehisfather’sgrave。
　　Thereforthefirsttimeitcameoverhimthathenceforthhemustgoallthewayofhislifewithoutthesightofthatface，withoutthetouchofthathandonhisshoulder，withoutthecheerofthatvoice。Infloodshissenseoflossswepthissoul。Ittookallhismanhoodtorefrainfromthrowinghimselfproneuponthelittlemoundandyieldingtotheagonythatfloodedhissoul，andthatwroughtinhisheartphysicalpain。Byaresoluteactofwill，heheldhimselferect。Whileheblamedanddespisedhimselfforhisweakness，hewasunabletoshakeitoff。Hedidnotknowthathismentalandemotionalstatewasinlargemeasureaphysicalreactionfromtheprolongedperiodofexhaustingstrain，histrebletourinthetrenches，withitsunrelievedsenseofimpendingdestruction，thatitsendlessprocessionofbroken，tornbodies，withitsnightsofsleeplessactivity，withitseternalstruggleagainstdepression，consequentuponthelossofhiscomrades，itseternalstrivingaftercheerinessandmorethanalltheshockofthetrainwreck，withitsscenesofhorror；allthishadcombinedtoreducehisphysicalpowersofresistancetothepointofutterexhaustion。
　　Ashestoodthereinthatcemeterywithitsrowsofcrosses，silentlyeloquentofheroismandofsacrifice，thespiritoftheplaceseemedtobreatheintohimnewlife。Ashiseyesfelluponthecrossbearinghisfather’sname，heseemedtoseeagainthaterectandgallantfigure，instinctwithlifeandcourage。Therecametohimthememoryofascenehehadneverforgotten。Againhewaswithhisfatherinthelittlehomecottage。Howdearithadbeentohimthen！Howdeartohim，today！Oncemorehefeltthestronggripofhisfather’shandandheardhisfather’svoice：
　　"Goodnight，boy。Wedon’tknowwhatisbeforeus，defeat，loss，suffering，thatpartisnotinourhandsaltogether，buttheshameofthequitterneverneedandnevershallbeours。"
　　Unconsciouslyasifhewereinthepresenceofasuperiorofficer，heliftedhishandinsalute，andwithasenseofrenewalofhisvitalenergieshereturnedtotheboat。
　　DuringthecrossinghismindwaschieflyoccupiedwiththeproblemofdiscoveringthewhereaboutsoftheV。A。D。orhisAmericanfriends。HehadneverlearnedherLondonaddress，ifindeedshehadone。Herememberedthatshehadtoldhimthatherhomehadbeenturnedintoahospital。Hehadsomeslighthopethathemightbeabletotraceherbytheaidofheruncle。
　　ArrivedinLondon，hisfirstdutywastoseeSergeantMatthews，whoseinjuriesinthewreckwereapparentlymoreseriousthanatfirstsupposed，safelydisposedinahospitalambulance。ThereuponheproceededtotheHotelCecil，andsethimselfseriouslytothesolutionofhisproblem。Hewastoowearyforclearthinkingandastheresultoflong，confusedandveryvexingcogitation，heresolveduponalettertoCommanderHowardVincent，R。N。R。This，aftermuchlabour，hesucceededinaccomplishing。Thereafter，muchtoowearyforfood，heproceededtohisroom，wherehegavehimselfuptotheunimaginableluxuryofabathinacleantub，andwithanunstintedsupplyofcleantowels，afterwhichriotousindulgence，hebetookhimselftobed。Ashelaystretchedbetweenthesmoothcleansheets，hefounditimpossibletorecallastateofexistencewhencleansheetshadbeenanightlyexperience。Thechiefregretofthesesemi—unconsciousmomentsprecedingslumberwasthatsleepwouldrobhimofthisdelicioussenseofphysicalcleannessandwell—being。
　　Hewaswakenedbyaknockathisdoor，followedbyahesitatingapologyforintrusion。Rejoicingintheluxuryofhissurroundings，andinthealtogethersatisfyingdiscoverythathemightsleepagain，heturnedoverandoncemorewaslostinprofoundslumber。
　　Asecondtimehewasarousedbyamildbutsomewhatanxiousinquiryastohiswelfare。
　　"Iwantnothing，onlyalittlemoresleep，"andagainluxuriatingforafewmomentsinhiscleansheetsandhispeacefulenvironment，heresignedhimselftosleep，towakenwithacomfortablesenseofpleasantweariness，whichgraduallypassedintoasomewhatacutesenseofhunger。
　　Hedecided，afterdueconsideration，thathewouldplumbthedepthsofbliss，unmeasuredandunknown，andhavebreakfastinbed。HewenttothewindowandlookedoutuponthemurkylightofaLondonday。Hedecidedthatitwasstillearlymorning，andrangforthewaiter。Hewasinformedbythatfunctionarythatbreakfastwasimpossible，butthatifhedesiredhecouldbesuppliedwithanearlydinner。
　　"Dinner！"exclaimedBarry。
　　Helookedathiswatch，butfoundthathehadneglectedtowindit，andthatconsequentlyithadstopped。
　　"Whattimedoyoumakeit，waiter？"
　　"Halfaftersix，sir。"
　　Hedecidedthathewouldrisefordinner，’phonedforapaperandhismail，andlaybackbetweenthesheetsoncemore，strivingtorecapturethatrapturoussenseofwelfarethathadenwrappedhimthenightbefore。Luxuriatinginthisdelightsomeexercise，heglancedlazilyattheheadingofhispaper，andthencried，asthepaperboywasleavingtheroom，"Hello！here，boy！whatdayisthis？"
　　"Friday，sir，"saidtheboy，gazingathiminastonishment。
　　"Friday？Areyousure？"
　　"Yes，sir，Friday，sir。Whatdoesthepapersay，sir？"
　　"Oh，yes，ofcourse。Allright。"
　　HehadgonetobedonWednesdaynight。HeknewthatbecauseherememberedthedateofhislettertoCommanderHowardVincent，R。N。R。Hemadetheastoundingdiscoverythathehadsleptjustforty—fourhours。Thenhemadeaseconddiscoveryandthatwasthatofhispreciouseightdays’leave，threewerealreadygone。
　　Afterhehaddinedheinquiredatthedeskforhismail，andsearchedthroughthetelegrams，buttherewasnothingforhim。
　　Thenhebetookhimselftothestreets，awarethatthespectreoflonelinesswashardonhistrail，andswiftlycatchingupwithhim。
　　Londonwasroaringaroundhiminthedark，likeajunglefullofwildbeasts，ofwhoseshapeshecouldcatchnowandthenhorridglimpses。Amongallthemillionsinthecity，heknewofnolivingsoultowhomhecouldgoforcompanionship，norwasthereanythinginformofamusementthatspeciallyinvitedhim。
　　TherewasGrandOpera，ofcourse，butfromitsassociationswithhisfatherheknewthatthatwouldbringhimonlyacutemisery。
　　Gladlywouldhehavegonetothehospitals，buttheywouldbeshutagainsthimatthishour。Heboughtaneveningpaper，andunderashadedlampstudiedtheamusementcolumns。SomeoftheRevuesheknewtobesimplytiresome，othersdisgusting。Noneofthemappealedtohim。Aimlesslyhewanderedalongthestreets，heedlessofhisdirection，consciousnowandthenofanadditionalpangofwretchednessashecaughtaglimpsenowandthenatatheatredoorofyoungofficerspassinginwithsweetfacedgirlsontheirarms，Atlengthindesperationhefollowedonesuchpair，andfoundhimselflisteningtoCinderella。Itslightanddelicatefancy，itssweetpathos，itsgentlehumourluredhimtemporarilyfromhismisery，butoftentherecamebackuponhimthebittermemoryofhiscomradesintheirhorridenvironmentoffilth，dangerandwretchedness。
　　Hefoundsomecompensationinthethoughtthattheseofficersbesidehimwerelikehimselfonleave，andwhileheenviedthem，hedidnotgrudgethemtheirdelightintheplay，andtheirobviouslygreaterdelightintheirlovelycompanionsbesidethem，butthisagainwasneutralisedbythebitterrecollectionofhisownhardfatewhichdeniedhimalikejoy。
　　Aftertheplayhestoodintheentrancehall，observingthecrowd，indulginghissenseofill—usageatthehandsoffateashesawtheofficerslingeringwithmanyunnecessarytouchesoverthecloakingoftheirfairpartners，andashecaughttheansweringglancesandsmilesthatrewardedtheirattentions。
　　Hiseyesfollowedthemanoeuvringsofthepaintedladiesastheyhoveredaboutthedoors，boldlybusywiththeirprofession。HeunderstoodasneverbeforethenatureoftheirlureandtheoverpoweringsubtletyofthetemptationcastbythemoverthelonelysoldierinLondon。
　　Closeathissideheheardavoice：
　　"Howdoyoulikeit，boy？Notbad，eh？"
　　"Awfullyjolly，dad。It’sperfectlyfineofyou。"
　　Heturnedandsawagrey—hairedgentleman，withuprightsoldierlyfigure，andwalkingwithhim，arminarm，ayoungofficer，evidentlyhisson。Hefollowedthemslowlytothedoor，andeagertoshareifhemightthejoyoftheircomradeship，helistenedtotheirtalk。Thenastheydisappearedintothedarkness，sickatheart，hepassedoutofthedoor，stoodamomenttogethisbearings，andsaunteredbeyondtheradiusofthesubduedlightabouttheentrance，intothedarknessfurtheron。
　　Hehadgonebutafewpaces，andwasstandingbeneathashadedcornerlight，meditatingthecrossingoftheroaringstreet，whenheheardbehindhimaneagervoicecrying，"CaptainDunbar！CaptainDunbar！"
　　Swiftlyheturned，andsawinthedimlightadaintyfigure，operacoatflowingawayfromgleamingarmsandshoulders，afacewithitshaloofgoldbrownhair，withsoftbrowneyesashineandeagerpartedlips，avisionoffluttering，bewilderinglovelinessbearingdownuponhimwithoutstretchedhands。
　　"What，"hegasped，"you！Oh，youdarling！"
　　Hereachedforher，gatheredherinhisarms，drewhertowardhim，andbeforeeitherheorshewasawareofwhatheintendedtodo，kissedherpartinglips。
　　"Oh，howdareyou！"shecried，aghast，pushinghimbackfromher，herfaceinaredflame。"Oh，I’msoglad。IwasafraidIshouldloseyou。"
　　Barry，appalledathisowntemerity，hiseyestakinginthesweetbeautyofherlovelyface，stoodsilent，trembling。
　　"Well，aren’tyougoingtotellmeyouaregladtoseeme？"shecried，smilingupathimsaucily。
　　"Phyllis，"hemurmured，movingtowardher。
　　"Stop，"shesaid，puttingherhandsoutbeforeher，asiftoholdhimoff。"Rememberwhereyouare。Ioughttobeveryangry，indeed。"
　　Shedrewhimtowardadarkwall。
　　"Butyouaren’tangry，Phyllis。IfyouonlyknewhowIhavewantedyouinthisawfulplace。Oh，Ihavewantedyou。"
　　Shesawthathewaswhiteandstilltrembling。
　　"Haveyou，Barry？"sheasked，gently。"Oh，youpoorboy。Iknowyouhavebeenthroughhorriblethings。No，Barry，don’t。Youawfulman，"forhishandsweremovingtowardheragain。"Youmustrememberwhereyouare。Lookatallthesepeoplestaringatus。"
　　"People，"hesaid，asifinadaze。"Whatdifferencedotheymake？
　　Oh，Phyllis，youaresowonderfullylovely。Ican’tbelieveit’syou，butitis，itis！Iknowyoureyes。Areyougladtoseeme？"
　　heaskedshyly，hishungryeyesuponherface。
　　"Oh，Barry，"shewhispered，thewarmflushrisingagaininhercheeks，"can’tyousee？Can’tyousee？ButwhatamIthinkingabout？Comeandseemamma，andthere’sanotherdearfriendandadmirerofyourswithher。"
　　"Who？NotPaula？"
　　"No，notPaula，"shesaid，withasubtlechangeinhervoice。
　　"Comeandsee！"
　　Shetookhisarmandbroughthimbacktoamotorstandingatthetheatreentrance。
　　"Oh，mamma，Ihavehadsucharace，"shecriedexcitedly，"andI
　　havecapturedhim。Barry，mymother。"
　　Barrytooktheofferedhand，andgazedearnestlyintothesadbrowneyesthatsearchedhisinreturn。
　　"Andhere’syourfriend，"saidPhyllis。
　　"Hello，Pilot，"saidavoicefromadarkcornerofthecar。
　　"What，Neil！Oh，youboy，"hecriedinanecstasy，pushingbothhandsathim。"Youdearoldboy。Howisthearm，eh？allright？"
　　"Oh！doingawfullywell，"saidCaptainNeil。"Andyou？"
　　"Oh，neversowellinallmylife，"criedBarry。"Yet，tothinkofit，tenminutesago，orwhenwasit，Iwasinthereamiserablyhomesickcreature，enviousofallthehappypeopleaboutme，andnow——"
　　Whilehewasspeaking，hiseyeswereonMrs。Vincent’sface，buthishandwasholdingfasttoherdaughter’sarm。"Nowit’salovelyoldtown，andfullofdearpeople。"
　　"Whereareyouputtingup？"askedMrs。Vincent。
　　"TheCecil。"
　　"Letusdriveyoutherethen，"shesaid。
　　DuringthedriveBarrysatsilentforthemostpart，listeningtoPhyllistalkingexcitedlyandeagerlybesidehim，answeringatrandomthequestionswhichcamelikerapidfirefromthemall，butplanningmeanwhilehowheshouldprolongthesemomentsofbliss。
　　"Howaboutsupper？"hecried，astheyarrivedinthecourtyardofthehotel。"Comein。Iwantyouto；youseeIhavesomuchtoaskandsomuchtotellCaptainFraserhere，andthreeofmydaysaregonealready。Besides，Iwantyoutoawfully。"
　　Mrs。Vincentlookedathisface，whichforallitsbrightnesswaswornanddeep—lined，andhercompassionatemotherlyheartwasstirred。
　　"Ofcoursewe’llcome。Wewanttoseeyouandtohearaboutyourexperiences。"
　　"Oh，bully！"criedBarry。"Ishallalwaysrememberhowgoodyouaretometo—night。"
　　Hewasoverflowingwithexcitement。
　　"Oh，thisisgreat，Neil。It’slikehavingabitoftheoldbattalionheretoseeyouagain。"
　　Whilewaitingfortheirorderstobefilledatthesuppertable，CaptainNeilturnedsuddenlytoBarryandsaid，"What’sallthisaboutatrainwreckandthegallantO。C。train？"
　　"Yes，andthisrescuingofmenfromburningcars，"exclaimedPhyllis。
　　"Andknockingoutinsubordinates。"
　　"Andbeingmentionedindespatches。"
　　"Andreceivingcheersatthestation。"
　　"Nowwheredidyougetallthatstuff？"inquiredBarry。
　　"Why，allLondonisringingwithit，"saidCaptainNeil。
　　"Nonsense，"saidBarry；"who’sbeenstuffingyou？"
　　"Well，"saidPhyllis，"wecameacrossyoursergeantto—dayinthehospital。Suchafunnyman。"
　　"Who？FattyMatthews？"askedBarry，turningtoCaptainNeil。
　　"Yes，itwasFatty，"saidCaptainNeil，"andifyouhadyourrightsbyhisaccount，yououghttobeincommandatthismomentofanarmycorpsattheveryleast。ButyouwereO。C。leavetrain，wereyounot？"
　　"Yes，tomydismayIwasmadeO。C。，butImetachap，CaptainCourtney，averydecentfellow，myadjutant，andmadehimcarryon。"
　　"Myword，thatwasastroke！"
　　"Wehadawreck，aghastlyaffairitwas，thoughitmighthavebeenalotworse。TheR。A。M。C。peopledidmagnificently，andthemenbehavedawfullywell，sothatwemanagedtogetthrough。"
　　"AndwhatabouttheO。C。？"inquiredCaptainNeil。
　　"Oh，nothingspecial。Hejustsawthattheotherscarriedon。Nowtellmeaboutyoupeople。Whathaveyoubeendoingandwhatareyougoingtodo？"
　　"Well，’we’rehere，becausewe’rehere，’"chantedCaptainNeil。
　　"Andwhydidn’tyousendmewordastoyourmovements？"saidBarry。
　　"Whathoursofagonyyouwouldhavesparedme！"
　　"ButIdid，"repliedPhyllis。"Isentyouourtownaddressandtoldyoueverything。"
　　"Nowisn’tthatrotten！"exclaimedBarry。"Nevermind，I’vefoundyou，andnowwhat’stheprogramme？"
　　"Well，"criedCaptainNeilwithgreatenthusiasm，"weareallofftoEdinburghto—morrow，wherewemeettheHowlands，andthenforamotortripthroughtheHighlandsandtomyancestralhome。"
　　Barry’sfacefell。"To—morrow？"hesaidblankly，withaquicklookatPhyllis。"Andyouareallgoing？"
　　"NotI，"saidMrs。Vincent，"butwhyshouldyounotjointheparty？
　　Youneedjustsuchachange。Itwoulddoyougood。"
　　"Surethinghewill，"criedCaptainNeil。
　　Duringthesuppertheyhadfirmlyresolvedtotaboothewar。Theytalkedonallmannerofsubjects，chieflyoftheproposedmotortrip，butinspiteofthebantheirtalkwouldharkbacktothetrenches。ForCaptainNeilmustknowhowhiscomradeswerefaring，andhowhiscompanywascarryingon，andBarrymusttellhimoftheirlosses，andallofthegreatachievementswroughtbythemenoftheirbattalion。AndBarrybecausehisownheartwasfullofalltheirsplendiddeedslethimselfgo。HetoldhowSallyandBoothhadmettheirlastcall，oftheM。O。andhissplendidworkinrescuingthewounded。
　　"NowordinallofthisofthePilot，Iobserve，"interjectedCaptainNeil。
　　"Oh，hejustcarriedon！"
　　ThenhetoldhowatlasttheM。O。wentout，andhowonhisfacetherewasonlypeace。HehadtotellofCorporalThom，andhowhegavehimselfforhiscomradesandhowCameronkeptthefaith，alonglistofheroeshehadtoenumerate，ofwhomtheworldwasnotworthy，whosedeedsareunknowntofame，butwhosenamesarerecordedinthebooksofGod。AndthenreverentlyhetoldofMcCuaig。
　　AsBarrytalked，hisheartwasfarawayfromLondon。Hewasseeingagainthatlineofmudbespatteredmen，patientlyploddingupthecommunicationtrench。Hewaslookinguponthemsleepingwithwornandwearyfaces，inrainandmudsoakedbootsandputtees，downintheirflimsy，darkdugouts。Hewashearingagaintheheavy"crash"
　　ofthetrenchmortar，theearthshaking"crumph"ofthehighexplosive，theswiftrushofthewhizbang。Beforehiseyeshesawasteadylineofbayonetsbehindacrumblingwall，thenaquickrushtomeettheattack，bombandrifleinhand。Hesawtheilluminedfaceofhisdyingfriend。
　　Ashetoldhistale，hisfacewasglowing，hiseyesgleamingaswithaninnerfire。
　　"Oh，God’sMercy！"hecried，"theyaremen！Theyaremen！OnlyGodcouldmakesuchmen。"
　　"Yes，onlyGod，"echoedMrs。Vincentafteralongpause。"TheyareGod’smen，andtoGodtheygoatlast。TrulytheyareGod’sownmen。"
　　WhileBarrywasspeaking，Phyllis，herhandstightlyclasped，wasleaningforwardlisteningwithglisteningeyesandpartedlips。
　　Suddenlysherose，andwenthurriedlytothedoor。
　　"Forgiveme，"saidBarry，turningtoMrs。Vincent。"Ishouldnothavetalkedaboutthesethings。It’sNeilherethatdrewmeout。
　　It’shisfault。"
　　InafewminutesCaptainNeilaroseandsaying，"I’llseewherePhyllishasgone，"wentoutatthesamedoor。
　　"Theyareverygreatfriends，"saidMrs。Vincent。"WeareveryfondofCaptainFraser。Indeed，heislikeoneofourfamily。"
　　"Afine，bravechapheis，"saidBarrywarmly，butwithaqueerchillathisheart。
　　"PhyllishasmadesomeverydelightfulfriendsinFrance。ThoseAmericansatEtapleswereverygoodtoher，"andshecontinuedtochatinhersoft，gentlevoice，towhichBarrygaveacourteoushearingbutverycasualreplies。Hisheartandhisearswereattentiveforthereturningfootstepsofthosewhohadsoabruptlydesertedthem。WhileMrs。Vincentwastalking，anuglyquestionwasthrustingitselfuponhisattention，demandingananswer。Hecouldsee——anyonewitheyescouldsee——thattherewasbetweenPhyllisandhisfriendCaptainNeilsomeunderstanding。JustwhatwasbetweenthemBarrylongedtoknow。Itflasheduponhimthatupontheanswertothatquestionhiswholefuturehung，forifthisgirlwasmorethanfriendtoCaptainNeil，thenthejoyoflifehadforhimbeenquenched。Nomotortripforhimto—morrow。Hehadhadenoughheart—wrenchingtobearasitwaswithoutthat。No！Ifbetweenthesetwoacloserrelationthanthatofmerefriendshipexisted，hiswaywasclear。Hewouldreturntothetrenchesto—
　　morrow。
　　"Oh，hereyouare，dear，"saidMrs。Vincent，asPhyllisandCaptainNeilreturnedtotheroom。"Youfoundtheairtooclose，Ifear。"
　　"No，"saidPhylliswithsimplesincerity，"itwasBarry。Isawthosemen，andIcouldnotbearit。Ican’tbearitnow。"Herlipswerestilltrembling，andhereyeswerefilledwithtears。
　　"Andyet，"saidBarry，"whenyouwereoverthereinthemidstofitall，youneveronceweakened。That’sthewonderofit。Youjustgoon，doingwhatyoumustdo。Youhaven’ttimetoreflect，andit’sGod’smercythatitisso。ThankGodwehaveourdutytodonomatterwhatcomes。Withoutthatlifewouldbeunbearable。"
　　"Now，whataboutto—morrow？"saidCaptainNeilbriskly，asMrs。
　　Vincentrosefromthetable。"Wemustsettlethat。Whataboutit，Barry？"
　　"Idon’tknow。DoyouthinkIshouldgo？It’syourpartyandit’salreadymadeup。"
　　"Notquite，"saidPhyllis，lookingshylyathim。"Youbelongtothepartymorethananyofus，youknow。"