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           "Idon’tknow.Whosaidthat?"

           "Thecowarddiesathousanddeaths,thebravebutone?"

           "Ofcourse.Whosaidit?"

           "Idon’tknow."

           "Hewasprobablyacoward,"shesaid."Heknewagreatdealaboutcowardsbutnothingaboutthebrave.Thebravediesperhapstwothousanddeathsifhe’sintelligent.Hesimplydoesn’tmentionthem."

           "Idon’tknow.It’shardtoseeinsidetheheadofthebrave."

           "Yes.That’showtheykeepthatway."

           "You’reanauthority."

           "You’reright,darling.Thatwasdeserved."

           "You’rebrave."

           "No,"shesaid."ButIwouldliketobe."

           "I’mnot,"Isaid."IknowwhereIstand.I’vebeenoutlongenoughtoknow.I’mlikeaball-playerthatbatstwohundredandthirtyandknowshe’snobetter."

           "Whatisaball-playerthatbatstwohundredandthirty?It’sawfullyimpressive."

           "It’snot.Itmeansamediocrehitterinbaseball."

           "Butstillahitter,"sheproddedme.

           "Iguesswe’rebothconceited,"Isaid."Butyouarebrave."

           "No.ButIhopetobe."

           "We’rebothbrave,"Isaid."AndI’mverybravewhenI’vehadadrink."

           "We’resplendidpeople,"Catherinesaid.Shewentovertothearmoireandbroughtmethecognacandaglass."Haveadrink,darling,"shesaid."You’vebeenawfullygood."

           "Idon’treallywantone."

           "Takeone."

           "Allright."Ipouredthewaterglassathirdfullofcognacanddrankitoff.

           "Thatwasverybig,"shesaid."Iknowbrandyisforheroes.Butyoushouldn’texaggerate