"Not in a newspaper way. I shall nurse wounded soldiers. At least they
have accepted me.... These are fearful and amazing days. We have all
been in a kind of long feeding dream, like the insects, accumulating
energy and terrible power for these days. Such death as we shall see!"

There was silence.

"I wonder how they are taking it in America?" Fallows mused.

"Doubtless as an opportunity for world-trade," said Peter.

"Oh, I hope not!" the exile said passionately. "There must be another
America."

Fallows placed his hands on Berthe's shoulders, looking down: "You
make me think of a young woman I once knew," he said. "Not that you
look like her--but that you have the same zeal _for something_....
You are a very true daughter of your father--"

"You knew him?" she said huskily.

"We all knew him--we who dare to think we look ahead. When he died,
his courage came to all of us. We were changed. If it had not been a
pure and durable thing--his courage would have died with him. It is
wonderful for me to be here with you. And this man loves you."

It was not a question, just a fragmentary utterance of a fine moment.
Fallows said it as a man who has passed on, and yet loves to study the
lives and loves of younger men. Even to Mowbray the feeling came for