Breakfast was over. The hymn of the United State had been harmoniously sung; rhythmically, four abreast we walked to the elevators, the motors buzzed faintly and swiftly we went down⁠—down⁠—down, the heart sinking slightly. Again that stupid dream or some unknown function of that dream. Oh, yes! Yesterday in the aero, then down⁠—down! Well, it is all over, anyhow. Period. It is very fortunate that I was so firm and brusque with her.