All the subtlety, intelligence, and bitter vision developed by the war sharpened here to confront him with terrible possibilities.

Had his countrymen, his people, his friends, his sweetheart, all failed him?
Was there justice in Blair Maynard's scorn?
Lane's faith cried out in revolt.

He augmented all possible catastrophe, and then could not believe that he had sacrificed himself in vain.

He knew himself.

In him was embodied all the potentiality for hope of the future.