He was undeniably handsome, this young American who had come to their house in Paris with Philip.

And her brother, that wonderful man of the air, who was almost a demi-god to her, had spoken so well of him, had praised so much his skill, his courage, and his honesty.

And he had received his wound fighting so gallantly for France, her country.

Her beautiful color deepened a little as she walked away.
John awoke again in the afternoon, and the first sound he heard was that same far rumble of the guns, now apparently a part of nature, but he did not linger in any twilight land between dark and light.

All the mists of sleep cleared away at once and he sat up, healthy, strong and hungry.
Demanding food from an orderly he received it, and when he had eaten it he asked for Surgeon Delorme.
The surgeon did not come for a half hour and then he demanded brusquely what John wanted.
"None of your drugs," replied happy young Scott, "but my uniform and my arms.