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clear voice, outside his house, saying in the dawn to a cabman, ā€œPaddington!ā€ā ā€Šā ā€¦ He tried to go with extreme care through every detail of their last interview in his still nearly dark drawing-room at the other end of which she had seemed a mere white phosphorescenceā ā€Šā ā€¦

They had, then, parted for good on that day. He was going out to France; she into retreat in a convent near Birkenheadā ā€”to which place you go from Paddington. Well then, that was one parting. That, surely, set him free for the girl!

He took a sip from the glass of rum and water on the canvas chair beside him. It was tepid and therefore beastly. He had ordered the batman to bring it him hot, strong and sweet, because he had been certain of an incipient cold. He had refrained from drinking it because he had remembered that he was to think cold-bloodedly of Sylvia, and he made a practice of never touching alcohol when about to engage in protracted reflection. That had always been his theory: it had been immensely and empirically strengthened by his warlike experience. On the Somme, in the summer, when stand-to had been at four in the morning, you would come out of your dugout and survey, with a complete outfit of pessimistic thoughts, a dim, grey, repulsive landscape over a dull and much too thin parapet. There would be repellent posts, altogether too fragile entanglements of barbed wire, broken wheels, detritus, coils of mist over the positions of revolting Germans. Grey stillness; grey horrors, in front, and behind amongst the civilian populations! And clear, hard outlines to every thoughtā ā€Šā ā€¦ Then your batman brought you a cup of tea with a littleā ā€”quite a littleā ā€”rum in it. In three of four minutes the whole world changed beneath your eyes. The wire aprons became jolly efficient protections that your skill had devised and for which you might thank God; the broken wheels were convenient landmarks for raiding at night in No Manā€™s Land. You had to confess that, when you had re-erected that parapet, after it had last been jammed in, your company had made a pretty good job of it. And, even as far as the Germans were concerned, you were there to kill the swine; but you didnā€™t feel that the thought of them would make you sick beforehandā ā€Šā ā€¦ You were, in fact, a changed man. With a mind of a different specific gravity. You could not even tell that the roseate touches of dawn on the mists were not really the effects of rumā ā€Šā ā€¦

Therefore he had determined not to touch his grog. But his throat had gone completely dry; so, mechanically, he had reached out for something to drink, checking himself when he had realized what he was doing. But why should his throat be dry? He hadnā€™t been on the drink. He had not even had any dinner. And why was he in this extraordinary state?ā ā€Šā ā€¦ For he was in an extraordinary state. It was because the idea had suddenly occurred to him that his parting from his wife had set him free for his girlā ā€Šā ā€¦ The idea had till then never entered his head.

He said to himself: We must go methodically into this! Methodically into the history of his last day on earthā ā€Šā ā€¦

Because he swore that when he had come out to France this time he had imagined that he was cutting loose from this earth. And during the months that he had been there he had seemed to have no connection with any earthly things. He had imagined Sylvia in her convent and done with; Miss Wannop he had not been able to imagine at all. But she had seemed to be done with.

It was difficult to get his mind back to that night. You cannot force your mind to a deliberate, consecutive recollection unless you are in the mood; then it will do whether you want it to or notā ā€Šā ā€¦ He had had then, three months or so ago, a very painful morning with his wife, the pain coming from a suddenly growing conviction that his wife was forcing herself into an attitude of caring for him. Only an attitude probably, because, in the end, Sylvia was a lady and would not allow herself really to care for the person in the world for whom it would be least decent of her to careā ā€Šā ā€¦ But she would be perfectly capable of forcing herself to take that attitude if she thought that it would enormously inconvenience himselfā ā€Šā ā€¦

But that wasnā€™t the way, wasnā€™t the way, wasnā€™t the way, his excited mind said to himself. He was excited because it was possible that Miss Wannop, too, might not have meant their parting to be a permanency. That opened up an immense perspective. Nevertheless, the contemplation of that immense perspective was not the way to set about a calm analysis of his relations with his wife. The facts of the story must be stated before the moral. He said to himself that he must put, in exact language, as if he were making a report for the use of garrison headquarters, the history of himself in his relationship to his wifeā ā€Šā ā€¦ And to Miss Wannop, of course. ā€œBetter put it into writing,ā€ he said.

Well then. He clutched at his pocketbook and wrote in large pencilled characters:

ā€œWhen I married Miss Satterthwaite,ā€ā ā€”he was attempting exactly to imitate a report to General Headquartersā ā€”ā€œunknown to myself, she imagined herself to be with child by a fellow called Drake. I think she was not. The matter is debatable. I am passionately attached to the child who is my heir and the heir of a family of considerable position. The lady was subsequently, on several occasions, though I do not know how many, unfaithful to me. She left me with a fellow called Perowne, whom she had met constantly at the house of my godfather, General Lord Edward Campion, on whose staff Perowne was. That was long before the war. This intimacy was, of course,

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