As he walked down Whitehall his heart thudded loudly on his ribs. He
remembered, with a sudden tremor of rage, how Heinz had boasted of his
Kaiser at Westminster and a German entry into London. The very thought
made London dearer and finer to him, and he had a vision of himself
driving Heinz before him—Heinz and that other, the round-faced young man
with black eyebrows who had worked his will on Griselda. He saw himself
striking and stabbing at the round-faced young man—beating him down
while he prayed in terror for a mercy that was not granted. His lips
were a hard white line and his fingers clenched and unclenched. London!
by God, it should be not London but Berlin!
He had never dreamed of rejection; he knew vaguely that recruits were
required to pass some sort of medical examination, but the idea that his
proffered services might be refused had never entered his head. Edith
Haynes, like himself, had seen few English newspapers for weeks; thus he
did not know till he came to enlist that the standard of measurement for
recruits had been raised since the outbreak of war, and that he,
standing under five foot five, was not up to the Army’s requirements in
the matter of breadth and inches. The knowledge took him like a blow
between the eyes, and he stood with dropped jaw, incredulous—it was
inhuman, it was monstrous that they should take from him his right to
strike back. For a moment he had no words; he dressed mechanically,
stupid with the shock—while the round-faced man grinned damnably over
Griselda dead by the roadside.... And when, in the end, his speech came
back and he tried to stammer an appeal, some one patted him
good-naturedly on the shoulder, put his hat into his hand, and turned
him loose into a world that had no meaning for him.
*CHAPTER XV*
There were many parallels to the case and conversion of William Tully in
the first few weeks of the war. There is, and always will be, the
self-centred temperament that can shut its eyes to the fact and tread
the pathways of the paradise of fools, even if it treads them alone; but
on the whole humanity is reasonable and, given a fact, however
surprising and savagely unpleasant, accepts it because it must.
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