'She is like a beautiful nun,' thought the young man, looking with admiration at the austere yet charming face.
'Oh! we shall pull through,' he said, coolly.

'The war was an abomination--a misery.

But we shall learn from it.

It will no more ruin us than a winter storm can ruin the seed in the ground.

Manisty is like all the other clever foreigners who write dirges about us--they don't feel the life-blood pulsing through the veins as we landowners do.' He flung out his clasped hand in a dramatic gesture.