I went back to the hotel very slowly, and having taken a somewhat roundabout course it was not until an hour after I had left the restaurant that I arrived there. I went into all the public rooms, and looked for my friend. But he was nowhere visible. Then, feeling somewhat uneasy, I went to his bedroom door, and was much relieved at hearing him bid me enter. I found him sitting in an easy chair with a handful of notes, which he had evidently been reading. 'What have you got there?' I asked. 'Oh, each night after we came back I wrote down my impressions,' he replied, 'and I have been looking at them.' 'Well, you are a cool customer!' I laughed. 'Thank you. But what has led you to that tremendous conclusion?' 'Why, you see the woman with whom you pretend to be in love taken away by another man, and never show the least desire to play your game! If it were any one else but Springfield, I should not wonder so much, but knowing your opinion of him, I can hardly understand it.' 'Yes, I hardly understand myself,' he replied; 'in fact, I am rather a mystery to myself.' 'Do you really love Lorna Bolivick?' I asked. 'Excuse me, old man, but I don't quite understand you.' He looked at me steadily for a few seconds, and then went on quietly, 'I fancy there is no need to tell you about that.' 'And yet you stand by and see Springfield carry her off before your eyes, and Springfield is a rotter.' 'Yes, that's just what he is. But he can't harm her yet.' 'What do you mean by "_yet_"?' 'I can't put it into words, Luscombe. My first impulse when I saw them together just now was to go to the table and denounce him,--to warn her against him. But it would have been madness. The time is not yet come.' 'Meanwhile, he will marry her,' I said. 'No, he won't. I am afraid he has fascinated her, and I am sure he means to marry her,--I saw it down in Devonshire. But there is no danger yet; the danger will come by and by,--when or how I don't know. It will come, and I must be ready for it. I will be ready, too. Meantime, I have other things to think about. I am worried, my friend, worried.' 'What is worrying you?' 'I am going back to duty to-morrow, but from what I can hear I am to be treated as a special case. My colonel has said all sorts of kind things about me, I find. But that's not what I am thinking about now. This war is maddening me,--this constant carnage, with all the misery it entails. You asked me some time ago what I thought about the things we had seen,--what my impressions were, and I told you that I could not co-ordinate my ideas, could not look at things in their true perspective. I say, Luscombe, Admiral Beatty was right.' 'What do you mean?' 'Do you remember what he said?--"Just so long as England remains in a state of religious indifference, just so long as the present conditions obtain, will the war continue."' 'Don't let us talk about that now.'