ar?'

'Of being a brave man. That gentleman said it was doing what you
didn't like because it was right, and leaving the nice things because
they were wrong. So I'm saying my geography, and leaving out all the
parts about ships. Do you think he knows, Aunt Angel? I think he is a
good man, only rather stupid.'

'What makes you think he's stupid, Godfrey?'

'Because he didn't seem to think that Kiah's captain was a very, very
great man. But I daresay he was only ignorant, and Aunt Betty says we
should never be hard on ignorance.'

Angel smiled in the dark.

'I can tell you why he said that, Godfrey,' she said. 'Do you know,
that gentleman is Captain Maitland himself?'

Godfrey sat upright, and Angel could feel rather than see his wide eyes
fixed upon her.

'Him! That man that got me out of the tub! he whispered, in an almost
awe-struck voice; 'is that Kiah's captain? And I never knew.'

'You'll see him again,' Angel said, tucking him up fondly; 'he is
coming to see us, he told Aunt Betty so.'

Godfrey was silent for fully a minute. Then he said, doubtfully:

'But why did he say that? Because he must know how brave he is.'

'I don't think that really brave, good people ever think much of
themselves,' said Angel thoughtfully.

'Why don't they?'

'I think,' said Angelica, turning over the thought in her slow
deliberate way, 'I think, Godfrey, it is because they expect more of
themselves. It is like going up a mountain, the higher you get the
further you see, and you see heights above you and don't feel as if you
had got very far. When people begin to be a little brave and good they
see better what real courage and goodness mean, and they aren't
satisfied with themselves.'

Godfrey had drawn her face down on to the pillow beside him.

'I suppose he knows a great deal about being brave,' he said. 'Do you
think he does what he doesn't like when it's right?'

'Yes, Godfrey dear, I expect he does.'

'So do you, don't you? I know you didn't like whipping me; I know what
your face is like when things hurt you. Dear little Aunt Angel, you
sha'n't make that face any more for me; you're beginning at the right
end of being brave, I suppose. I didn't know before you could be
brave, but I thought it was all killing Frenchmen. Tell me something:
do women have to do that, what you said about leaving the world better?'

'Oh yes, Godfrey,' whispered Angel. It was easy to talk, she felt,
here in the d