unconscious, frightening exultation sound through.

‘What?’ cried Basil, going pale.

Gerald nodded. Then he went on to his mother’s room.

She was sitting in her purple gown, sewing, very slowly sewing, putting in a stitch then another stitch. She looked up at Gerald with her blue undaunted eyes.

‘Father’s gone,’ he said.

‘He’s dead? Who says so?’

‘Oh, you know, mother, if you see him.’

She put her sewing down, and slowly rose.

‘Are you going to see him?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’