There was not the wild excitement of battle to sustain
him; death had to be faced calmly in order that others--to whom he must
not even bid farewell--might live." A few minutes before the end, so it
is recorded, on the boat deck of the _Titanic_, the grandest sight of him
was seen, as he stood with wonderful calm, throwing overboard deck chairs
to those who were struggling in the water below. He had no thought of
himself, but only of duty and of others. Then came the end: the
_Titanic_, with a low long slanting dive went down and with her Thomas
Andrews. He was only 39, but had attained the high position of a
Managing Director of the great firm of Harland and Wolff. I knew him as
a boy, manly, handsome, high-spirited, clever--"the father of the man."
That this terrible tragedy shortened the life of _his_ father is certain.
In 1887, and again in 1888, Bailey and I took our holidays together,
visiting Normandy, Paris, Belgium, Holland and the Rhine, doing a great
deal of walking, which he liked as much as I. He was the prince of
travelling companions, always gay and sprightly, and spoke French with
great fluency.
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