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"My name is Jocelyn Thew." "Mr. Jocelyn Thew," Crawshay concluded. "I mean that it was a pity you missed the boat, you and Hobson, wasn't it? What was the weather like in Chicago?" "Hot," Crawshay replied. "I was hotter there than I ever expect to be again in this world." "A long, tiring journey, too, from Halifax." "Not only that, sir," Crawshay agreed, "but a dirty journey.
"It's a jolly good send-off for me." Jocelyn Thew made his farewells and strolled down one of the narrow avenues which led to the exit. About half-way down, he came suddenly face to face with Nora and Crawshay. They all three stood together, talking, for a few moments. Suddenly Crawshay, who appeared to see some one in the crowd, turned away.
"It seems to me," she said, "that you are assuming something which does not exist. I am not on specially intimate terms with Mr. Jocelyn Thew. I have not talked to him any more than to any other casual passenger." "Is that quite honest?" he asked quietly. "Isn't it true that Jocelyn Thew is interested in your mysterious patient?" She started. "What do you mean?" "Just what I say," he replied.
Then opening his valise, he took out a bottle of brandy and thew it, with a crash, into the empty grate. Ida sprang towards him with a glad cry, exclaiming, "O father, now I understand you! Thank God! thank God!" He kissed her tearful, upturned face again and again, as if he found there the very elixir of life.
I entered upon this fighting business as an adventure, but, my God, Thew, it's got into my blood! I've seen things, felt things. I don't want anything to come between me and the glorious life I live day by day." Jocelyn Thew nodded approvingly. "That's the proper spirit, Beverley," he declared. "I always knew you had pluck. Quite the proper spirit!
All things fixed and determinate, Chiselled and squared by rule; Is it mortal guile once in a while To try and escape from school? We will go back to Babylon, Silently one by one, Out from the hills and the laggard brooks To the streams that brim in the sun. Only a moment, Lord, we crave, To breathe and listen and see. Then we start anew with muscle and thew To hammer trestles for Thee.
"It would be exceedingly annoying," Crawshay declared, with vigour, "added to which I am not in a state of health to endure a voyage in a small boat. I have been this morning to look at our places, in case of accident. I find that I am expected to wield an oar long enough to break my back." Jocelyn Thew smiled. The other man's peevishness seemed too natural to be assumed.
The taxicab had turned in through the entrance gates of the great station. "I have heard men as well-known in their profession as you, Hobson, and you too, Mr. Crawshay, speak like that about Jocelyn Thew, but when the game was played out they seem to have lost the odd trick.
Why do you keep us both, Mr. Thew, in such a state of uneasiness? You give us so little of your real confidence, so little of your real self. Sometimes it seems as though you deliberately try to make yourself out a harder, crueller person than you really are. Why do you do that?"
"Every objection in the world," Jocelyn Thew replied. The purser ventured to intervene. "Come, Mr. Thew," he said, "you're an Englishman, aren't you?" A light flashed in Thew's eyes. "I shall break the promise I made to the captain just now," he declared, "and answer that one question, at any rate. I thank God I am not!" Both men were a little startled.
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