Should she, as it sometimes happened, dream of him--should she imagine they were again seated among the pines, riding across the downs, or racing at fifty miles an hour through country roads, with the stone fences flying past, with the wind and the sun in their eyes, and in their hearts happiness and content--that would not be breaking her rule.

If she dreamed of him, she could not be held responsible.

She could only be grateful.
And then, just as she had banished him entirely from her mind, he came East.

Not as once he had planned to come, only to see her, but with a blare of trumpets, at the command of many citizens, as the guest of three cities.

He was to speak at public meetings, to confer with party leaders, to carry the war into the enemy's country.