In revising and partially rewriting my novel, 'Captain Desmond, V.C.,' I have been glad to make good the opportunity afforded me of bringing the Aftermath nearer to my original conception than it was in its first form. The three short chapters now substituted for the one final scene are therefore, in essence, no innovation. They represent more or less what I conceived at the time, but suppressed through fear of making my book too long; and thereby risked upsetting the balance of sympathy, which I hope the fresh chapters may tend to restore.
M. D.
CONTENTS.
| [BOOK I.] | ||
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
| [I.] | JUDGE FOR YOURSELF | 3 |
| [II.] | I WANT TO BE FIRST | 13 |
| [III.] | THE BIG CHAPS | 21 |
| [IV.] | ESPECIALLY WOMEN | 30 |
| [V.] | AN EXPURGATED EDITION | 39 |
| [VI.] | GENIUS OF CHARACTER | 46 |
| [VII.] | BRIGHT EYES OF DANGER | 55 |
| [VIII.] | STICK TO THE FRONTIER | 66 |
| [IX.] | WE'LL JUST FORGET | 80 |
| [X.] | A SQUARE BARGAIN | 94 |
| [XI.] | YOU DON'T KNOW DESMOND | 108 |
| [XII.] | NOW IT'S DIFFERENT | 119 |
| [XIII.] | IT ISN'T FAIR | 129 |
| [XIV.] | I SIMPLY INSIST | 140 |
| [XV.] | GOOD ENOUGH, ISN'T IT? | 151 |
| [XVI.] | SIGNED AND SEALED | 156 |
| [BOOK II.] | ||
| CHAP. | PAGE | |
| [XXVII.] | YOU WANT TO GO! | 167 |
| [XXVIII.] | LOVE THAT IS LIFE! | 177 |
| [XIX.] | IT'S NOT MAJOR WYNDHAM | 182 |
| [XX.] | THE DEVIL'S PECULIARITY? | 196 |
| [XXI.] | I AM YOURS | 207 |
| [XXII.] | THE CHEAPER MAN | 213 |
| [XXIII.] | YOU GO ALONE | 228 |
| [XXIV.] | I WANT LADYBIRD | 234 |
| [XXV.] | THE MOONLIGHT SONATA | 242 |
| [XXVI.] | STAND TO YOUR GUNS | 249 |
| [XXVII.] | THE EXECRABLE UNKNOWN | 259 |
| [XXVIII.] | YOU SHALL NOT—! | 265 |
| [XXIX.] | THE UTTERMOST FARTHING | 274 |
| [XXX.] | SHE SHALL UNDERSTAND | 285 |
| [XXXI.] | THE LOSS OF ALL | 298 |
| [XXXII.] | EVEN TO THE UTMOST | 303 |
| [XXXIII.] | THE ONE BIG THING | 313 |
| [XXXIV.] | C'ÉTAIT MA VIE | 319 |
| [A-MATH.] | AFTERMATH | 323 |
BOOK I.
"If we impinge, never so lightly, on the life of a fellow-mortal, the touch of our personality, like the ripple of a stone cast into a pond, widens and widens, in unending circles, through the æons, till the far-off gods themselves cannot tell where action ceases."—Kipling.