The War has taken its toll.

Donal Muir was the last of them.

One has felt as though it was of great importance that--that a thing like that should be carried on." She began to speak in a half-numbed introspective way.

"What does it matter really?
Only one boy of thousands--perhaps hundreds of thousands before it is over?
But--but it's the youngness--the power--the potential meaning--wasted--torn--scattered in fragments." She stopped and sat quite still, gazing before her as though into space.
"She is very young.

She has been absorbed in war work and living in a highly charged atmosphere for some time." Dr.Redcliff said presently, "If she knew the poor lad--" "She did not really know him well, though they had met as children.