"You ask me?" he demanded. "I am a man. Pray, where should I go?"
No one was able to answer, and he frowned again.
"There’s only one destination possible," he said; "one spot on earth that draws toward it all of us who are men—a place of blood and destruction, of utter loneliness and frightful agony, where we rush to embrace that most maddening and most tender of mistresses——”
"Oh, Vincent!" cried Mrs. Russell, distressed. "Don’t talk that way before Polly!"
He threw back his head and laughed.
"A mistress who breaks all hearts—of whom all loving souls are mad with jealousy—a mistress to whom no man is unfaithful—beautiful Death!" he cried.
His mother gave a sort of shriek.
"Vincent! You’re not going to kill yourself?"
"No!" he cried. "No! To kill my brother!"
"Kill Eddie?"