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230 For a time Sir Richmond, exhausted by moral effort, lay staring at the darkness.

“It has to be done. I believe I can carry her through with it if I can carry myself. She’s a finer thing than I am.... On the whole I am glad it’s only one more day. Belinda will be about.... Afterwards we can write to each other.... If we can get over the next day it will be all right. Then we can write about fuel and politics—and there won’t be her voice and her presence. We shall really sublimate.... First class idea—sublimate!.... And I will go back to dear old Martin who’s all alone there and miserable; I’ll be kind to her and play my part and tell her her Carbuncle scar rather becomes her.... And in a little while I shall be altogether in love with her again....

“Queer what a brute I’ve always been to Martin.”

“Queer that Martin can come in a dream to me and take the upper hand with me....

“Queer that now—I love Martin.”

He thought still more profoundly. “By the time the Committee meets again I shall have been tremendously refreshed.”

He repeated:—“Put things on the Higher Plane and keep them there. Then go back to Martin. And so to the work. That’s it....”

Nothing so pacifies the mind as a clear-cut purpose. Sir Richmond fell asleep during the fourth recapitulation of this programme.