Otherwise he had taken little account of possible death; nor had it cost him any trouble to banish the thought of it.
But the beauty of the evening--of this old earth, which takes no account of the perishing of men--and Nelly's warm life beside him, hanging upon his, perhaps already containing within it the mysterious promise of another life, had suddenly brought upon him a tremor of soul--an inward shudder.

Did he really believe in existence after death--in a meeting again, in some dim other scene, if they were violently parted now?
He had been confirmed while at school.

His parents were Church people of a rather languid type, and it seemed the natural thing to do.

Since then he had occasionally taken the Communion, largely to please an elder school-friend, who was ardently devout, and was now a Chaplain on the Western front.

But what did it really mean to him ?--what would it mean to _her_--if she were left alone?
Images passed through his mind--the sights of the trenches--shattered and dying bodies.