"You'll say next there'd be no glory if there was war between England and Ireland and the Irish won. And yet there would be glory."
"Would there? Go and read history and don't talk rot."
"I have read it," said Michael.
Frances thought: "He doesn't know what he's talking about. Why should he? He's barely thirteen. I can't think where he gets these ideas from. But he'll grow out of them."
It was not Maurice that she saw in Maurice's war-pictures. But he had made them realize what war was; and they vowed that as long as they lived not one of their sons should have anything to do with it.
In the spring of nineteen-one Anthony sent Maurice out to California. The Boer War was ended.
Another year, and the vision of war passed from Frances as if it had never been.