on leaving, in every known language in Europe, bound in
vellum. I'm hoping to find it. And the Press was enthusiastic. There
were to be Acts of Parliament, Courts of Arbitration, International Laws,
Diplomatic Treaties. A Sub-Committee was appointed to prepare a special
set of prayers and a Palace of Peace was to be erected. There was only
one thing we forgot, and that was the foundation."

"I may not be here," she continued, "when the new plans are submitted.
Tell them not to forget the foundation this time. Tell them to teach the
children."

Joan dined at a popular restaurant that evening. She fancied it might
cheer her up. But the noisy patriotism of the over-fed crowd only
irritated her. These elderly, flabby men, these fleshy women, who would
form the spectators, who would loll on their cushioned seats protected
from the sun, munching contentedly from their well-provided baskets while
listening to the dying groans rising upwards from the drenched arena. She
glanced from one podgy thumb to another and a feeling of nausea crept
over her.

Suddenly the band struck up "God Save the King." Three commonplace
enough young men, seated at a table near to her, laid down their napkins
and stood up. Yes, there was something to be said for war, she felt, as
she looked at their boyish faces, transfigured. Not for them Business as
usual, the Capture of German Trade. Other visions those young eyes were
seeing. The little imp within her brain had seized his drum again.
"Follow me"--so he seemed to beat--"I teach men courage, duty, the laying
down of self. I open the gates of honour. I make heroes out of dust.
Isn't it worth my price?"

A figure was loitering the other side of the street when she reached
home. She thought she somehow recognized it, and crossed over. It was
McKean, smoking his everlasting pipe. Success having demanded some such
change, he had migrated to "The Albany," and she had not seen him for
some time. He had come to have a last look at the house--in case it
might happen to be the last. He was off to Scotland the next morning,
where he intended to "join up."

"But are you sure it's your particular duty?" suggested Joan. "I'm told
you've become a household word both in Germany and France. If we really
are out to end war and establish the brotherhood of nations, the work you
are doing is of more importance than even the killing of Germans. It
isn't as if there wouldn't be enough with