opley, "you mean"----

"When Napoleon was beaten here, mother."

"War's a mean thing!" said Rupert.

"That's not precisely the view civilised peoples take of it," said
Lawrence with a slight sneer.

"True, though," said Dolly.

"Mean?" said Lawrence. "Do you think it was a mean thing for Germany to
rise up and cast out the power that had been oppressing her? or for the
other powers of Europe to help?"

"No; but very mean for the side that had given the occasion."

"That's as you look at it," said Lawrence.

"No, but how God looks at it. You cannot possibly think," said Dolly
slowly, going back to her old childish expression,--"that He likes it."

Lawrence could not help smiling at this very original view. "Very few
people that make war ask that question," he said.

"God will ask them, though," said Dolly, "why they did not. I think few
people ask that question, Mr. St. Leger, about anything."

"It is not usual, except for a little saint here and there like you,"
he allowed.

"And yet it is the only question. There is nothing else to be asked
about a matter; almost nothing else. If that is settled, it is all
settled."

"If we were only all saints," Lawrence put in.

"Why are not we?"

"I don't know. I suppose everybody is not cut out for such a vocation."

"Everybody ought to be a saint."

"Do you mean that?" cried Rupert. "I thought,--I mean, I thought it was
a special gift."

"Yes," said Dolly with a smile at him; "but God gives it to every one
that wants it. And when the King comes, Mr. St. Leger, He will gather
His saints to Him, and none others; don't yon want to be counted among
them then?--I do!"

I don't know what had wrought up Dolly to this sudden burst; but she
dropped her veil upon eyes all alight, while some soft dripping tears
were falling from them like diamonds. Every one knows the peculiar
brilliancy of a sunlit shower; and the two young men remained fairly
dazzled. Rupert, however, looked very grave, while the other wore a
cloud on his brow.

Dolly was as matter-of-fact as possible when she came out from under
her veil again; and declared she should not go to a hotel in Dresden,
but take a lodging.

"Why?" Lawrence enquired.

"Cheaper. And pleasanter. And much quieter. We shall probably have to
stay several days in Dresden. We must get letters there."

"But you do not know where to go to find lodgings."

"Yes, I do. Or I shall. I hope so. I have sent for the address of th