mory too often!" I suggested.

"Two men have made me and my life--made me what I am and my life what it
is and is to be. Here--in this place--they meet. This room is
Leonard's--all the great thing that's coming into being outside is my
father's. They appreciated one another, you've told me--and so has
Leonard. They won't mind meeting here, Austin."

"They neither of them did justice to you!" I cried. "Was the Smalls and
the Simpsons justice? And was what he--the other--let you do justice
either?"

"I don't know--and I don't care," said Jenny. "They were both big men.
They had their work, their views, their plans, their occupations. They
had their big lives, their big selves, to look after. They couldn't
spend all the time thinking whether they were doing justice to a woman!"

"That's a nice bit of special pleading!" I said. "But there, I'm not a
great man--as both of your big men have, on occasion, plainly told me."

She smiled at me affectionately. "But one of them gave me--in the
end--all he had, and for the other I--in the end--would have given all I
had. Oh, yes, it's 'in the end' with us Drivers--because we must try to
get everything first--before we are ready to give! But in the end all
was given or ready to be given, and here they shall stay together. I
have no pedigree, Austin, and I shall have no biography. Here stand
both. At Hatcham Ford read my pedigree and my biography."

The room grew dark, but her pale face stood out against the gloom. She
rose from her chair and came up to me.

"My big ghosts are very gentle to me now--gentler than one would have
been in life, I think--gentler than the other was. You see, they're at
rest--their warfare is accomplished. I think mine's accomplished, too,
Austin, and I will rest."

"Not you! Rest indeed!"

"I may work, and yet be at peace in my heart. Come, my friend, let's go
back home. Amyas dines with us to-night. Let's go back home, to the
happiness which God--Allah the All-Merciful--has allowed me, sinner that
I am, to make."

Through the soft evening we walked back to where Amyas and Margaret
were.

CHAPTER XXVII

A MAN OF BUSINESS

Behold us all engaged in laying the foundation stone of the Memorial
Hall, which was to be the most imposing feature, if not the most useful
part, of the great Driver Institute. At least--not quite all of us. Lady
Sarah had begun, by now, her habit of making long sojourns at Bath,
returning to Fillingford Manor fro