the triumph of the integral will, that would not be broken till it disappeared utterly? One must, it was the only way. She admired the self-possession and the control of the dying man exceedingly. But she loathed the death itself. She was glad the everyday world held good, and she need not recognise anything beyond.

‘You are quite all right here? — nothing we can do for you? — nothing you find wrong in your position?’

‘Except that you are too good to me,’ said Gudrun.

‘Ah, well, the fault of that lies with yourself,’ he said, and he felt a little exultation, that he had made this speech.

He was still so strong and living! But the nausea of death began to creep back on him, in reaction.