But what gave me such a different view of you, I'd always thought you were one of that truculent sort of boys, always just bursting for a fight; but you showed me you'd really never had a fight in your life and hated fighting, and that you sympathized with my feeling about war." She stopped speaking to draw in her breath with a sharp sigh.

"Ah, don't you remember what I've told you all along?
How it keeps coming closer and closer--and now it's almost here! Isn't it _unthinkable ?_ And what can we do to stop it, we poor few who feel that we _must_ stop it ?" "Well--" Ramsey began uncomfortably.

"Of course I--I--" "You can't do much," she said.

"I know.

None of us can.