ert was more intent on the
journey than Henry.... No doubt, they would know in good time. Probably,
Ninian thought to himself, that woman Jayne is mixed up in it....

"You get the tickets, Ninian," Gilbert said when they reached Euston.
"Firsts. Democracy's all right in theory, but I don't like it in a
railway carriage!"

"Where's the money?" said Ninian.

"Money! What do you want money for? All right! Here you are! You can pay
me afterwards, Quinny!"

They had only a few minutes in which to get into the train, and Gilbert,
putting his arm in Henry's and hurrying him towards the Irish mail, was
glad that the wait would not be long.

"It's ridiculous to behave like this," said Henry, as they shoved him
into a carriage.

"I know it is," Gilbert answered. He turned to Roger. "We may want grub
during the night. Get some, will you! Sandwiches will do and hard-boiled
eggs, if you can get 'em...."

He turned to Henry. "You're my friend, Quinny," he said, "I can't let
you make a mucker of everything, can I?"

Henry did not answer.

"I know exactly how you feel," Gilbert went on. "I should feel like it
myself if I were in your place, but if I were, Quinny, I'd be damned
glad if you'd do the same for me!"

10

"Good Lord!" Gilbert exclaimed, as the train drove out of London, "I
forgot to pack your toothpaste...."

THE THIRD BOOK

OF

CHANGING WINDS

... quitted all to save
A world from utter loss.

PARADISE LOST.

THE FIRST CHAPTER

1

As the boat turned round the end of the pier and moved up the harbour to
her berth, Gilbert, eyeing the passengers, caught sight of Henry and
instantly hallooed to him. The passage from Kingstown had been smooth,
and Henry, heartened by the sea air and sunshine, pressed eagerly
through the throng of passengers so that he might be near the gangway
and so be among the first to descend from the steamer. He called a
greeting to Gilbert, and then, the boat being berthed, hurried forward
to the gangway. He could not get off the steamer as quickly as he wished
for the number of passengers on board was very large, and he fidgeted
impatiently until he was able to get ashore.

"We'll send this bag on by the waggonette," Gilbert said, when they had
shaken hands and congratulated each other on their healthy looks, "and
walk over to Tre'Arrdur, and we'll gabble on the way. Here," he added,
taking a letter out of his breastpocket, "you can read that whil