"After all, we have had a great deal, and we still have. It is a
wonderful thing to know that somewhere in the world is some one
person who loves you. To waken up in the morning to it. To go to sleep
remembering it. And to have kept that love fine and clean is a wonderful
thing, too.

"I am not always on a pinnacle. There have been plenty of times when the
mere human want of you has sent me to the dust. Is it wrong to tell you
that? But of course not. You know it. But you and I know this; Clay,
dear. Love that is hopeless, that can not end in marriage, does one of
two things. Either it degrades or it exalts. It leaves its mark, always,
but that mark does not need to be a stain."

Clayton lived, for a time after that, in a world very empty and very
full. The new plant was well under way. Not only was he about to make
shells for the government at a nominal profit, but Washington was asking
him to assume new and wide responsibilities. He accepted. He wanted so
to fill the hours that there would be no time to remember. But, more
than that, he was actuated by a fine and glowing desire to serve.
Perhaps, underlying it all was the determination to be, in every way,
the man Audrey thought him to be. And there was, too, a square-jawed
resolution to put behind Graham, and other boys like Graham, all the
shells and ammunition they needed.