Doyouknowanydrill，Val?””Notascrap。””Ihopetheywon’tworryyoumuch。Imusttakeyouabouttogetthethingsto-morrow。Good-night；kissme。”
Withthatkiss，softandhot，betweenhiseyes，andthosewords，’I
hopetheywon’tworryyoumuch，’inhisears，hesatdowntoacigarette，beforeadyingfire。Theheatwasoutofhim——theglowofcuttingadash。Itwasalladamnedheart-achingbore。’I’llbeevenwiththatchapJolly，’hethought，trailingupthestairs，pasttheroomwherehismotherwasbitingherpillowtosmotherasenseofdesolationwhichwastryingtomakehersob。
AndsoononlyoneofthedinersatJames’wasawake——Soames，inhisbedroomabovehisfather’s。
SothatfellowJolyonwasinParis——whatwashedoingthere?