"Of course," he replied.
Her brother helped her on with her cloak.
"For myself," he declared, "I shall remain. I should not like to miss my friend, if he comes, and they tell me that the second ballet is excellent."
"For myself," he declared, "I remain." Page [139].
She took his hands.
"You have courage, dear one," she murmured.
He smiled.
"It is not courage," he replied, "it is philosophy. If to-morrow were to be the end, would you not enjoy to-day? The true reasonableness of life is to live as though every day might be one's last. We shall meet again very soon, Mr. Chetwode."