It needs men like you.

Come, pull yourself together and show a little pluck." She laughed.
"I'll try," he promised, "but it won't be any use; I shall drift about the streets, seeking to put heart into myself, but all the while my footsteps will be bearing me nearer and nearer to the recruiting office; and outside the door some girl in the crowd will smile approval or some old fool will pat me on the shoulder and I shall sneak in and it will close behind me.

It must be fine to have courage." He wrote her two days later from Ayr, giving her the name of his regiment, and again some six months later from Flanders.

But there would have been no sense in her replying to that last.
She lingered in the street by herself, a little time, after he had turned the corner.

It had been a house of sorrow and disappointment to her; but so also she had dreamed her dreams there, seen her visions.