Philip had spoken in jest, but it was almost like a wedding trip.

The hussars below had reached the abandoned automobile, and fired vain shots at the disappearing aeroplanes, but John and Julie heeded them not.

War and brute passions were left behind, and they were sailing through the calm blue ether.
Caumartin, the stalwart, was wholly absorbed in steering his great machine and they sat behind him, very close together, still hand in hand, watching the great panorama of the heavens, unrolled before them.
It was the most beautiful sky that they had ever seen, dyed that day into intensely vivid colors by the master hand.

Far away were great pink terraces of color, changing to blue or gold or silver, while below them revolved the earth, clad in deepest green, save where far peaks were crested with snow.
Both John and Julie breathed an infinite peace.

The war sank farther and farther away, as they sailed on through peaceful heavens, surcharged with infinite color.