"My dear boy, you can't merely walk away from a situation. Believe that. If you walk away from Rome, you walk into the Maremma, or into the Alban Hills, or into the sea—but you walk into something. Now if I am going to walk away from Rome, I prefer to choose my direction, and therefore my destination."
"But you can't," said the Major.
"What can't you?"
"Choose. Either your direction or your destination." The Major was obstinate.
"Really!" said Sir William. "I have not found it so. I have not found it so. I have had to keep myself hard at work, all my life, choosing between this or that."
"And we," said the Major, "have no choice, except between this or nothing."
"Really! I am afraid," said Sir William, "I am afraid I am too old—or too young—which shall I say?—to understand."
"Too young, sir," said Arthur sweetly. "The child was always father to the man, I believe."
"I confess the Major makes me feel childish," said the old man. "The choice between this or nothing is a puzzler to me. Can you help me out, Mr. Sisson? What do you make of this this-or-nothing business? I can understand neck-or-nothing"
"I prefer the nothing part of it to the this part of it," said Aaron, grinning.
"Colonel," said the old man, "throw a little light on this nothingness."
"No, Sir William," said the Colonel. "I am all right as I am."
"As a matter of fact, so are we all, perfectly A.1.," said Arthur.
Aaron broke into a laugh.
"That's the top and bottom of it," he laughed, flushed with wine, and handsome. We're all as right as ninepence. Only it's rather nice to talk."
"There!" said Sir William. "We're all as right as nine-
