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And the next day, as if nothing had happened, he was excited and eager to set out He could sleep off his funk in the night, like drink, and get up in theas if it had never been He was more immune from memory than any drunkard He woke to his romance as a child wakes to the reneonder of the world It was so real to hied hi or a hypocrite No He was not that He was not that His lorious state for which none of his disgraceful deeds were ever done It created a sort of innocence for hiive hiain when she saw hi down the hall to the aallant and keen

They were to go to Berlaere Trixie Rankin had gone on before them with Gurney, McClane's best chauffeur McClane and Sutton were at Melle

They had not been to Berlaere since that day, the first tiether That ti could ever spoil it; she could ree co You could never forget Itthat it would exist in you forever, to torment you by its unlikeness to the days, the awful, incredible days that had co that John had been more real that day than he had been yesterday She was simply left with the inscrutable mystery of him on her hands But she could see clearly that he was more real to himself Yesterday and the day before had ceased to exist for hin of er recognised her even as his comrade He was her commandant It was his place to command, and hers to be commanded He looked at her, when he looked at her at all, with a stern coldness She was a woer trusted So reat, in a as still his power over her, that there were moments when she almost believed in the illusion he created She had corave fault She was not worthy of his trust Sootten, in some obscure and secret way, she had betrayed him