"Three things," said the rector, apropos of something or other, and
rather oratorically, "are required by the normal man. Work, play,
and love. Assure the crippled soldier that he has lost none of
these, and - "

Work and play and love. Well, God knows he had worked. Play? He
would have to take up golf again more regularly. He ought to play
three times a week. Perhaps he could take a motor-tour now and then,
too. Natalie would like that.

Love? He had not thought about love very much. A married man of
forty-five certainly had no business thinking about love. No, he
certainly did not want love. He felt rather absurd, even thinking
about it. And yet, in the same flash, came a thought of the violent
passions of his early twenties. There had been a time when he had
suffered horribly because Natalie had not wanted to marry him. He
was glad all that was over. No, he certainly did not want love.

He drew a long breath and straightened up.

"How about those plans, Rodney?" he inquired genially. "Natalie
says you have them ready to look over."

"I'll bring them round, any time you say."

"To-morrow, then. Better not lose any time. Building is going to
be a slow matter, at the best."

"Slow and expensive," Page added. He smiled at his host, but