For a moment it had seemed that it would force its way, but the impression had been of the slightest.
Even within the gates and courts of Saul's itself the impression that Carfax had left faded with surprising swiftness into a melodramatic memory.

But nothing could have been more remarkable than the resolute determination of these young men to push grim facts away.

They were not made--one could hear it so eloquently explained--for that kind of tragedy.

The autumn air, the furious exercise, the hissing kettles, the decent and amiable discussions on Life reduced to the importance of a Greek Accent--these things rejected violently the absurdity of Tragic Crudity.
They were quite right, these young men.

They paid their shining pounds for the capture--conscious or not as it might be--of an atmosphere, a delicate and gentle setting to the crudity of their later life.