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 with Sheilah on the platform of the railroad station waiting for her train, his indefatigable good spirits still showed no signs of flagging. To the very end he wore the armor gallantly. And Sheilah too.

'I've had a great time,' conventionally she called down to him from the platform of her train.

'Same here,' he called back, as the train began to' move.

She saw him, standing below her, bare-headed, high-headed, too, smiling, steadily waving his arm back and forth at her as if he held a banner he'd rather die than lay down. A cloud of smoke crawled up behind him and swallowed him up, unbowed head, waving banner and all. It was the last time Sheilah ever saw Nevin.

Peggy and Sheilah shared the drawing-room on the train that night. The impulsive Peggy was already sorry for the part she had played in the automobile that afternoon.

'I was horrid, I guess. I get just full of the dickens sometimes. Do forgive me, Sheilah.'

'I have, long ago,' shrugged Sheilah. 'It's all right.'

Later Peggy said, 'I suppose you know all about him?'

'Felix Nawn, you mean?'