was using this argument merely as an excuse for choosing the easy path of conformity, while the few ultraconservatives who mentioned the matter at all assumed that he had been drafted against his will. Afterward, when the war was over and his terrible book, War, appeared, no one was pleased, for the excellent reason that it was published at a moment when the whole world wanted to forget war entirely. The pay of a private, however, had not allowed him to continue David’s allowance, and so David, displaying unusual energy, had found a job for himself as tutor for the summer to William Cord’s son. Ben had not quite approved of a life that seemed to him slightly parasitical, but it was healthy and quiet and, above everything, David had found it for himself, and initiative was so rare in the younger man that Ben could not bear to crush it with disapproval. Increasingly, during the two years he was in France, Ben was displeased by David’s letters. The Cords were described as kindly, well-educated people, fond one of another, considerate of the tutor, with old-fashioned traditions of American liberties. Ben asked himself if he would have been better pleased if David’s employers had been cruel, vulgar, and blatant, and found the answer was in the affirmative. It would, he thought, have been a good deal safer for David’s integrity if he had not been so comfortable. For two summers Ben had made no protest, but the third summer, when the war was over and the allowance again possible, he urged David not to go back to Newport. David flatly refused to yield. He said he saw no reason why he should go on taking Ben’s money when this simple way of earning a full living was open to him. Wasn’t Ben’s whole theory that everyone should be self-supporting? Why not be consistent? Ignorant people might imagine that two affectionate brothers could not quarrel over an issue purely affectionate. But the Moretons did quarrel—more bitterly than ever before, and that is saying a great deal. With the extraordinary tenacity of memory that develops under strong emotion, they each contrived to recall and to mention everything which the other had done that was wrong, ridiculous, or humiliating since their earliest days. They parted with the impression on David’s part that Ben thought him a self-indulgent grafter, and on Ben’s side that David thought him a bully solely interested in imposing his will on those unfortunate enough to be dependent on him. It was after half past four when, having walked up five flights of stairs, he let himself into his modest flat on the top floor of an