will not be forgotten. He is like the others of the new race. They are
terrible in their calm. They have passed the emotions. They are free.
Other artists in Europe or America repress the emotions. That is but
the beginning of the mastery. When they are as great as this group of
young men, they will show the spirit of the thing, not the emotion of
it. Emotions are red. This is pure white, don't you see?"

For three days Warsaw had been upheaved in excitement. On the
afternoon that the messenger from Lonegan brought the news of the
cablegram, Berthe and Peter were planning an excursion into the
country for the next day. She watched him closely as he read, and was
sensitive enough to realize the importance of the message, before he
spoke.... He found her gray eyes upon him. She chose her own way to
break the tension:

"The country is heaven, no doubt about that. One must die to get
there. Also one must live just so. Even when I was little, something
always happened--just as we were planning to set out for the country."

He showed her the message, but had hardly heard her words. His
discovery of this slender solitary red-lipped girl and what it meant,
was rarely clear at this moment. She had awakened him plane by plane,
awakened his passion and his mercy and his intuition.

"Tell me again what you said about the country. I was away for a
minute."

"It is hard to think of a little excursion to the fields--with such a
holiday ahead, as you are called upon."