
"But we noticed them only incidentally because of an unusual sight that evening had to show
Five war aeroplanes that had long slumbered useless
distant arsenals
Rhine-mouth were manoeuvring now
eastward sky
Gresham had astonished the world by producing them and others, and sending them to circle here and there
It
threat material
great game of bluff
playing, and it had taken even me by surprise
one
incredibly stupid energetic people who seem sent by heaven to create disasters
His energy
first glance seemed so wonderfully like capacity ! But he had no imagination, no invention, only
stupid, vast, driving force of will, and
mad faith
stupid idiot 'luck' to pull him through
I remember how we stood out
headland watching the squadron circling far away, and how I weighed the full meaning
sight, seeing clearly the way things must _go
And then even
not too late
gone back,
, and saved the world
The people
north would follow me,
, granted only that in
I respected their moral standards
The east and south would trust me as
trust no other northern man
And
I had only
it to her and she
let me go
.
Not because she
love me !
"Only
want
; my will was all the other way about
I had so newly thrown off the incubus of responsibility:
still so fresh
renegade from duty
daylight clearness of what I ought
had no power at all to touch my will
My will was to live, to gather pleasures, and make my dear lady happy
But though this sense of vast neglected duties had no power to draw me, it could make me silent and preoccupied, it robbed the days I had spent of half their brightness and roused me into dark meditations
silence
night
And as I stood and watched Gresham's aeroplanes sweep to and fro--those birds of infinite ill omen--she stood beside me, watching me, perceiving the trouble indeed, but not perceiving it clearly--her eyes questioning my face, her expression shaded with perplexity
Her face was grey because the sunset was fading
sky
no fault of hers that she held me
She had asked me
from her, and again
night-time and with tears she had asked me

"At last it
sense of her that roused me from my mood
I turned upon her suddenly and challenged her to race down the mountain slopes
'No,' she said,
I jarred with her gravity, but
resolved to end that gravity and made her run--no one
very grey and sad
out of breath---and when she stumbled I ran with my hand beneath her arm
We ran down past
couple of men, who turned back staring in astonishment at my behaviour--
recognised my face
And half-way down the slope came
tumult
air--clang-clank, clang-clank--and we stopped, and presently over the hill-crest those war things came flying one behind the other
"
The man seemed hesitating
verge of
description

"What were, they like ? " I asked

"They had never fought,"
"They were just like our ironclads are nowadays; they had never fought
No one knew what
do, with excited men inside them; few even cared to speculate
They were great driving things shaped like spear-heads without
shaft, with
propeller
place
shaft
"
"Steel ? "
"Not steel
"
"Aluminium ? "
"No, no, nothing
sort
An alloy that was very common--as common as brass, for example
called--let me see--" He squeezed his forehead
fingers of one hand
"
forgetting everything,"

"
carried guns ? "
"Little guns, firing high explosive shells
They fired the guns backwards,
base
leaf, so
, and rammed
beak
That
theory,
, but they had never been fought
No one could tell exactly
going to happen
And meanwhile I suppose
very fine
whirling
air like
flight of young swallows, swift and easy
I guess the captains tried not
too clearly what the real thing
like
And these flying war machines,
, were
sort
endless war contrivances that
invented and had fallen into abeyance during the long peace
There were all sorts
things that people were routing out and furbishing up; infernal things, silly things; things that had never been tried; big engines, terrible explosives, great guns
the silly way
ingenious sort of men who make these things; they turn 'em out as beavers build dams, and with no more sense
rivers they're going to divert
lands they're going to flood !
"
went down the winding stepway to our hotel again
twilight I foresaw it all:
how clearly and inevitably things were driving for war in Gresham's silly, violent hands, and I had some inkling of what war was bound
under these new conditions
And even then, though
drawing near the limit
opportunity,
find no will
back
"
He sighed

"That was my last chance

"
go
city until the sky was full of stars, so we walked out
high terrace, to and fro, and--she counselled me
back

"'My dearest,' she said, and her sweet face looked up
, '
Death
This life you lead is Death
Go back
, go back to your duty--'
"She began to weep, saying between her sobs, and clinging to my arm as she said it, 'Go back--go back
'
"Then suddenly she fell mute, and glancing down at her face,
in an instant the thing she had thought
one
moments when one sees

"'No ! '

"'No ? ' she asked, in surprise, and
little fearful
answer to her thought

"'Nothing,'
, 'shall send me back
Nothing !
chosen
Love,
chosen,
world must go
Whatever happens,
live this life--
live
! It--nothing shall turn me aside; nothing, my dear one
Even
died--even
died--'
"'Yes ? ' she murmured, softly

"'Then--I also would die
'
"And before
speak again I began
, talking eloquently--as
do
life--talking to exalt love, to
life we were living seem heroic and glorious;
thing
deserting something hard and enormously ignoble
fine thing to set aside
I bent all my mind to throw that glamour upon it, seeking
to convert her but myself
We talked, and she clung
, torn too between all that she deemed noble and all that she knew was sweet
And at last
make it heroic, made all the thickening disaster
world only
sort of glorious setting to our unparalleled love, and we two poor foolish souls strutted there at last, clad
splendid delusion, drunken rather
glorious delusion, under the still stars

"And so my moment passed

"
my last chance
Even
went to and fro there, the leaders
south and east were gathering their resolve,
hot answer that shattered Gresham's bluffing for ever took shape and waited
And all over Asia,
ocean,
south, the air
wires were throbbing with their warnings
--prepare

"No one living,
, knew what war was; no one could imagine, with all these new inventions, what horror war might bring
I believe most people still believed it
matter of bright uniforms and shouting charges and triumphs and flags and bands--in
time when half the world drew its food-supply from regions ten thousand miles away----"
The man
white face paused
I glanced at him,
face was intent
floor
carriage

little railway station,
string of loaded trucks,
signal-box,
back of
cottage shot
carriage window, and
bridge passed with
clap of noise, echoing the tumult
train

"
,"
, "I dreamt often
For three weeks of nights that dream was my life
worst of
there were nights when
dream, when I lay tossing on
bed
accursed life; and _there_--somewhere lost
--things were happening--momentous, terrible things
.
I lived at nights--my days, my waking days, this life
living now, became
faded, far-away dream,
drab setting, the cover
book
"
He thought

"
tell you all, tell you every little thing
dream, but
what
daytime--no
tell--
remember
My memory--my memory has gone
The business of life slips from me--"
He leant forward, and pressed his hands upon his eyes
nothing

"And then ? " said I

"The war burst like
hurricane
"
He stared before him at unspeakable things

"And then ? " I urged again

"One touch of unreality,"
,
low tone of
man who speaks to himself, "and
been nightmares
But they
nightmares--they
nightmares
No ! "
silent for
dawned upon me that
danger of losing the rest
story
But he went on talking again
same tone of questioning self-communion

"
there
but flight ? I
thought the war would touch Capri--I had seemed
Capri as being out of it all,
contrast
all; but two nights
whole place was shouting and bawling, every woman almost and
man wore
badge--Gresham's badge--and
no music but
jangling war-song over and over again, and everywhere men enlisting, and
dancing halls they were drilling
The whole island was a-whirl with rumours;
said again and again, that fighting had begun
I
expected this
I had seen so little
life of pleasure that I had failed to reckon
violence
amateurs
And as
,
out of it