"It seems the only thing to do," he said. "You can’t sit down and let it go on; when you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you’ve got to do what you can. And they want men—they’re asking for them. The papers say they want all the men they can get ... it’s got to be stopped—that devilry—somehow or another ... and there doesn’t seem any other way..." His voice tailed off and he turned his eyes away—to the flying fields where the dew was still wet and the shadows still long upon the grass. When, a few minutes later, he told her suddenly, "It was just as pretty as this—where it happened," she knew that he was mentally transforming the peace and greenery of a Kentish landscape into the background of such an imitation of hell as he had lived through in the Forest of Arden. It was not till they were well on the London side of Tonbridge that he turned again to his companion. Something that she had said in appreciation of his decision—a kindly meant phrase that commended his courage—had seemingly been held in his mind. "I don’t want you to think it’s courage, and I don’t want you to think I’m making any sacrifice—I’m not. I’m enlisting because I want to enlist—and there isn’t anything else for me to do. Everything’s gone now—I haven’t anything to go back to. No duties or ... I don’t see how you can call it a sacrifice." He swallowed and halted again and she could only nod in silence. She knew enough of him by this time to know that what he said was truth, having learned in the course of their days of acquaintanceship that he had lost even more than his newly made wife, his hopes of a home and children. In very deed he had nothing to go back to, neither home nor daily occupation; in losing his cocksure, infallible creed he had lost the interests wherewith his days had been filled. His meetings, his busy committees, the whole paraphernalia of his agitator’s life, were with yesterday’s seven thousand years. Even if Griselda had not died he, knowing what he knew, would have had to begin life again. Near Chislehurst, reminded of the nearness of London, he put an apologetic question. "You’ll think me very ignorant," he said, "but you see I’ve never had anything to do with soldiers. Have you any idea how you set about joining the Army?"