A wounded soldier! There must be many, very many of them! The musical murmur ceased and he was growing weary.

He closed his eyes and then he opened them again because he felt for a moment on his face a fragrant breath, fleeting and very light.

He looked up into the eyes of Julie Lannes.

They were blue, very blue, but with infinite wistful depths in them, and he noticed that her golden hair had faint touches of the sun in it.

It was a crown of glory.