"And I wonder if there isn't more dignity in fighting--yes, and losing--in the real, than just sitting around where you get nothing more unpleasant than the faint roar of the guns.

To lose fighting--or not to fight! Why certainly there can be no question about it.

What do I know about you ?" she came back to it.
"Only that you seemed just shot into my life, strangely disturbing it, ruffling it so queerly.

It's too ruffled now to settle down without--more ruffling.

So you're not going away leaving it in any such distressing state, are you ?" she concluded with a smile which lighted her face with a fine seriousness.
She made a last stand.