CHAPTER VII.
"Then in that hour rejoice, since only thus Can thy proud heart grow wholly piteous.
Thus only to the world thy speech can flow Charged with the sad authority of woe.
Since no man nurtured in the shade can sing To a true note one psalm of conquering; Warriors must chant it whom our own eyes see Red from the battle and more bruised than we, Men who have borne the worst, have known the whole, Have felt the last abeyance of the soul." F.W.

H.Myers.
About the beginning of August, I rejoined him at Ben Rhydding.

The place suited the Major admirably, and his various baths took up so great a part of each day, that Derrick had more time to himself than usual, and 'At Strife' got on rapidly.

He much enjoyed, too, the beautiful country round, while the hotel itself, with its huge gathering of all sorts and conditions of people, afforded him endless studies of character.

The Major breakfasted in his own room, and, being so much engrossed with his baths, did not generally appear till twelve.