To say to her,
"He is living. He is going to live. But this war is not over yet.
If we want him to come through, we must stand together. We must
deserve to have him come back to us."
But by the time he reached the top of the stairs he knew he could
not do it. She would not understand. She would think he was using
Graham to further a reconciliation; and, after her first joy was
over, he knew that he would see again that cynical smile that always
implied that he was dramatizing himself.
Nothing could dim his strong inner joy, but something of its outer
glow faded. He would go to her, later. Not now. Nothing must
spoil this great thankfulness of his.
He gave Madeleine the cable, and went down again to the library.
After a time he began to go over the events of the past eighteen
months. His return from the continent, and that curious sense of
unrest that had followed it, the opening of his eyes to the
futility of his life. His failure to Natalie and her failure to
him.
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