sarily for every individual, you understand, but for the mass. I hate guns and noise and warfare like the majority of my kind. I always have and I always shall. But at the same time, when there's a fight on I've got to be there, and if there's going to be a top dog, I want my fellows to be it. Half Way House, you see!"
"And you think we'll get beyond it?"
"I don't doubt it for a moment. Do you?"
"I don't know. I always think that mankind looks its best under the microscope, so to speak, and that it's rather horrible when you see it in the mass."
"Like mold?" he suggested. "Ferns and flowers and lovely shapes when you magnify it, but very nasty indeed when you look at it on a damp wall."
"Yes. Just like that."
Her eyes smiled back at his eyes. It was at this moment that something greater than interest awoke in her. She knew it was there; she was aware of the very instant of its coming, and she meant, later, to examine it at her leisure.
Noel and Major Stroud were engaged in studying a map of the Somme, and were oblivious to them.
"You really must meet my grandmother, Lady
