"I think I told you once that I thought selfishness perfectly desirable and legitimate, if one had made the one great sacrifice." "Yes," she said eagerly, "I have often wondered what you considered the one great sacrifice." "Come out into the air," he answered, "and I will tell you." She went to put on her cloak and, hat, and found him waiting for her at the top of the staircase.

They passed out into the beautiful night: the sky was radiantly bejewelled, the air crisp and cold, and harmless to do ill.

In the distance, the jodelling of some peasants.

In the hotels, the fun and merriment, side by side with the suffering and hopelessness.

In the deaconess's house, the body of the Dutchman.