solently.

He was silent for some moments. The faint curve of her lips had again
given him almost a shock.

"Have you a brother?" he asked abruptly.

"No. Why?"

"Because I met some one quite lately--within the last few hours, as a
matter of fact--with a mouth exactly like yours."

"But what a horrible thing!" she exclaimed, drawing out a little mirror
from the bag by her side and gazing into it. "How unpleasant to have any
one else going about with a mouth exactly like one's own! No, I never
had a brother, Mr. Orden, or a sister, and, as you may have heard, I am
an enfant mechante. I live in London, I model very well, and I talk
very bad sociology. As I think I told you, I know your anarchist friend,
Miles Furley."

"I shouldn't call Furley an anarchist," protested Julian.

"Well, he is a Socialist. I admit that we are rather lax in our
definitions. You see, there is just one subject, of late years, which
has brought together the Socialists and the Labour men, the Syndicalists
and the Communists, the Nationalists and the Internationalists. All
those who work for freedom are learning breadth. If they ever find a
leader, I think that this dear, smug country of yours may have to face
the greatest surprise of its existence."

Julian looked at her curiously.

"You have ideas, Miss Abbeway."

"So unusual in a woman!" she mocked. "Do you notice how every one is
trying to avoid the subject of the war? I give them another half-course,
don't you? I am sure they cannot keep it up."

"They won't go the distance," Julian whispered. "Listen."

"The question to be considered," Lord Shervinton pronounced, "is not so
much when the war will be over as what there is to stop it? That is
a point which I think we can discuss without inviting official
indiscretions."

"If other means fail," declared the Bishop, "Christianity will stop it.
The conscience of the world is already being stirred."

"Our enemies," the Earl pronounced confidently from his place at the
head of the table, "are already a broken race. They are on the point
of exhaustion. Austria is, if possible, in a worse plight. That is what
will end the war--the exhaustion of our opponents."

"The deciding factor," Mr. Hannaway Wells put in, with a very
non-committal air, "will probably be America. She will bring her full
strength into the struggle just at the crucial moment. She will probably
do what we farther north have as yet failed to do: she will pierce the