He was not able to see any gleam of hope out of the blackness which had fallen around him and into his soul.
"What shall you do ?" he repeated.
"Take the chances of war," she said, smiling gravely.

"It will all come out well, no doubt." "I hope so, but--but I fear not." His face was gray with trouble.

"Helm is determined to fight, and that means--" "Good!" she interrupted with spirit.

"I am so glad of that.

I wish I could go to help him! If I were a man I'd love to fight! I think it's just delightful." "But it is reckless bravado; it is worse than foolishness," said Beverley, not feeling her mood.