Something in the gathering darkness and the gathering sadness of this farewell evening made me communicative. I wanted to speak of things that were near my heart. "I s'pose just nowadays I _am_ thinking the worst of people. I've seen so much evil since I've been in the army that my opinion of mankind has sunk to zero." "So's mine," murmured Doe. "And mine has gone up and up and up with all that I've seen in the army," said Monty, speaking with some solemnity. "I never knew till I joined the army that there were so many fine people in the world. I never knew there was so much kindliness and unselfishness in the world. I never knew men could suffer so cheerfully. I never knew humanity could reach such heights." We remained silent and thinking. "Good heavens!" continued Monty. "There's beauty in what's going on in the lounge. Can't you see it? These boys, a third of them, have only a month or more in which to sing. Some of them will never see England again. And all know it, and none thinks about it. Granted that a few of them are flushed with wine, but, before God, I've learnt to forgive the junior subaltern everything-- "Everything," he added, with passionate conviction. Doe turned in his seat towards Monty. I knew what my friend was feeling, because I was feeling the same. These words had a personal application and were striking home. "What do you mean by 'everything'?" asked Doe, after looking round to see that the deck was deserted. "Just getting tight?" "I said 'everything,'" answered Monty deliberately. "I learnt to do it out in France. What's the position of the junior subaltern out there? Under sentence of death, and lucky if he gets a reprieve. The temptation to experience everything while they can must be pretty subtle. I don't say it's right--" Monty furrowed his forehead, as a man does who is trying to think things out--"To say I would forgive it is to admit that it's wrong, but ah! the boy-officer's been so grand, and so boyishly unconscious of his grandeur all the time. I remember one flighty youth, who sat down on the firing-step the night before he had to go over the top, and wrote a simple letter to everybody he'd cared for. He wrote to his father, saying: 'If there's anything in my bank, I'd like my brother to have it. But, if there's a deficit, I'm beastly sorry.' Think of him putting his tin-pot house in order like that. He was--he was blown to pieces in the morning.... "They found he had L60 to his credit. It wouldn't have been there a week, if the young spendthrift had known." It was now dark enough for the stars and the lights of England and the glow in our pipe-bowls to be the most visible things. "Go on," said Doe. "You're thrilling me."