Orden, which are, to say the least of it, surprising." The two men came to a standstill once more.
Stenson laid his hand upon his companion's shoulder.

"Come," he went on, "I know what is the matter with you, my friend.

Your heart is too big.
The cry of the widow and the children lingers too long in your ears.
Remember some of your earlier sermons at the beginning of the war.
Remember how wonderfully you spoke one morning at St.Paul's upon the spirituality to be developed by suffering, by sacrifice.

`The hand which chastises also purifies.' Wasn't that what you said?
You probably didn't know that I was one of your listeners, even--I myself, in those days, scarcely looked upon the war as I do now.

I remember crawling in at the side door of the Cathedral and sitting unrecognised on a hard chair.