Beauty--the Forlorn Hope of God--if he cared for it supremely, why was he pursued and tormented by the thought of the space between him and Nicky?
XXII
Michael had gone to Stephen's house.
He was no longer at his ease there. It seemed to him that Lawrence's eyes followed him too; not with hatred, but with a curious meditative wonder.
To-night Stephen said to him, "Did you know that Réveillaud's killed?"
"Killed? Killed? I didn't even know he was fighting."
Lawrence laughed. "What did you suppose he was doing?"
"No--but how?"
"Out with the patrol and shot down. There you are--"