"I don't mean that. Can't you see that when he gets away to England, safe, and the funk settles down he'll start romancing all over again. He'll see the whole war again like that; and then he'll remember what he's done. He'll have to live all his life remembering...." "He won't. _You'll_ remember--_You'll_ suffer. You're feeling the shame he ought to feel and doesn't." "Well, somebody's got to feel it.... And he'll feel it too. He won't be let off. As long as he lives he'll remember.... I don't want him to have that suffering." "He's brought it on himself, Sharlie." "I don't care. I don't want him to have it. I couldn't bear it if he got away." "Of course, if you're going to be unhappy about it--" "The only thing is, can we go after him? Can we spare a car?" "Well yes, I can manage that all right. The fact is, the Germans may really be in to-morrow or Monday, and we're thinking of evacuating all the British wounded to-day. There are some men here that we ought to take to Ostend. I've been talking to the President about it." And in the end they went with their wounded, less than an hour after John had started. "I don't say I'll bring him back," said Sutton. "But at any rate we can find out what he's up to." He meditated.... "We mayn't have to bring him. I shouldn't wonder if he came back on his own. He's like that. He can't stand danger yet he keeps on coming back to it. Can't leave it alone." "I know. He isn't quite an ordinary coward." "I'm not sure. I've known chaps like that. Can't keep away from the thing." But she stuck to it. John's cowardice was not like other people's cowardice. Other cowards going into danger had the imagination of horror. He had nothing but the imagination of romantic delight. It was the reality that became too much for him. He was either too stupid, or too securely wrapped up in his dream to reckon with reality. It surprised him every time. And he had no imaginative fear of fear. His fear must have surprised him. "He'll have got away from Bruges," she said. "I don't think so. He'll have to put up at the Convent for a bit, to let Gurney rest." They had missed the Convent and were running down a narrow street towards the Market Place when they found John. He came on across a white bridge over a canal at the bottom. He was escorted by some Belgian women, dressed in black; they were talking and pointing up the street. He said he had been to lunch in the town and had lost himself there and they were showing him the way back to the Convent. She had seen all that before somewhere, John coming over the Canal bridge with the women in black.... She remembered. That was in one of her three dreams. Only what she saw now was incomplete. There had been something more in the dream. Something had happened.