s wan and years older in appearance than

the light in your room," said

it. It's the fault of mistaking taste for talent in mo

mpathy before she could catch herself. Then she

even irritated; she had become more

. "If one talks about one's self o

ld? And how did one live? As Phil pictured his life in swift, broad strok

ey went out on the lawn. "I think that it ought to be told e

vinced that she now knew the signals and prepared

was cleaning ou

e was aghast. Even the vicar was v

did it wel

r!" he

id not go to work for

hich Mrs. Sanford had already imagined as restoring the estate in Hampshire. Perhaps Phil guessed as much, for he related with relish

e mirror, at the picture which she conjured of P

lmost hilariously; and then

fortune, which is be

l there is in sight at

before the train goes

generations of worshippers. Later cousins were in the churchyard, their chiselled names grown faint. The vicar's kindly face glowed as he indulged in his favourite top

thought were not worth considering by other people but pleased her, "I suppose that P

n wonder, even as the vicar and his wife were staring at that moment. Phil looking hard at a

first time with the money you had earned, instead of being an ancestor," she explained

care for ancestor

ches like this and had a horrid good old human time in the doing of it. As

f at iconoclasm to-day," said her

she knew it, and co

sisters were searching each other's eyes in a new and surprising way

nriette, slipping her arm around her sist

e, her face like ill-moulded clay, and Hen

ake his fortune," she added to Phil. "So much for Peter Smithers. He doesn'

o the challenge. "And you wi

ready gone. Helen was subdued, remaining

sixth of August!" Henriett

ther's invitatio

hat he would return to Truckleford now that he had found the way and the vicar even talked of ac

t meeting; Henriette's face reflected in the mirror beside his; her figure preceding him along the path as they ascended the hill above the village; little confid

ait! I hope she is one of those painstaking artists who has intervals of rest and conversation. But maybe Madame Ribot won't write to me," scepticism which

t it had to every European, who had that "balance of power," as they called it, in the back of the head of his individual existence. He read; he sympathised in a generic twinge of pity, and was little further concerned. In the afternoon of t

n with his china-bowl pipe? He realised the energy of the new Germany, galvanised by some higher will of leadership, with the resentment of its verboten sys

ry liberality which made them welcome, not to mention also for their brusqueness, their air of success and sometimes their spread-eagleism. But they did not care as long as they had

began to catch the sense of how an assassination affected that balance of power; he felt the pressure in the air before a cloud burst; the suspense of

en drilling for this struggle and all the years and days and hours of the forty years broke in cumulative force for the blow. How it made him think; that a people could act together in this fashion; t

cousins? Should he see either? While in Berlin he had received so insistent a letter of invitation from Madame Rib

t he reached Paris. His fellow-passengers were thinking of how to obtain money on letters of credit and how to

edit of the world thrown out of gear; no answers to his cablegrams; stock markets closed, while the passage he had engaged from Boulogne on a German steamer was of about as much use to him for crossing the Atlantic as a team of Esquimaux dogs. When Phil ente

to an end. I'd like to drive the Kaiser's war bonnet down over his head and strangle him. I confess that I never felt so helpless

the sixteenth," said Phil, "two in the c

considered the favour worth Phil's salary for years. "I shouldn't stay in Paris if I were you," he went on. "You might be caught in a siege. These people

zing-it's

American ought to, even if he resents her. It's between the Germans and

seen in movement for the shock on the other side of the frontier. The emotional French were going silently to their places no less promptly than the Germans; democracy against Kaiser

ent white in the moonlight and silent except for an occasional footfall. Somewhere over the hills in the dire