CHAPTER IV. THE TEA SHOP
When I looked at her I felt such happiness surge up within me that I could be conscious of no other feeling whatever.
And here I must interpolate this--namely, that throughout all the extraordinary incidents that followed, horrible, ludicrous, terrifying, or beautiful, my own feeling was in the main one of happiness. If this chronicle does not treat death and the anticipation of death as seriously as it should do, I am sorry, and I make my apologies, but the fact is that, throughout this incredible evening, death seemed to me quite unimportant, just as, at certain great moments in the war, it had seemed quite unimportant.
But as you will see, it did not seem unimportant to Hench, for instance, nor at one moment to Pengelly.
In fact, the way that the imminence o
