And it was with this conviction that he entered on the vital
period of his dual career. The imminent crisis, and his own
share in it, absorbed him absolutely.
In the weeks that followed his answer to Fraide's proposal he
gave himself ungrudgingly to his work. He wrote, read, and
planned with tireless energy; he frequently forgot to eat, and
slept only through sheer exhaustion; in the fullest sense of
the word he lived for the culminating hour that was to bring
him failure or success.
He seldom left Grosvenor Square in the days that followed,
except to confer with his party. All his interest, all his
relaxation even, lay in his work and what pertained to it.
His strength was like a solid wall, his intelligence was sharp
and keen as steel. The moment was his; and by sheer mastery
of will he put other considerations out of sight. He forgot
Chilcote and forgot Lillian--not because they escaped his
memory, but because he chose to shut them from it.
Of Eve he saw but little in this time of high pressure.
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