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第11章

Julian, absorbed for the first few minutes of dinner by the crystallisation of this new idea which had now taken a definite place in his brain, found his conversational powers somewhat at a discount. Catherine very soon, however, asserted her claim upon his attention.

"Please do your duty and tell me about things," she begged.

"Remember that I am Cinderella from Bohemia, and I scarcely know a soul here."

"Well, there aren't many to find out about, are there?" he replied. "Of course you know Stenson?"

"I have been gazing at him with dilated eyes," she confided. "Is that not the proper thing to do? He seems to me very ordinary and very hungry."

"Well, then, there is the Bishop."

"I knew him at once from his photographs. He must spend the whole of the time when he isn't in church visiting the photographer.

However, I like him. He is talking to my aunt quite amiably.

Nothing does aunt so much good as to sit next a bishop."

"The Shervintons you know all about, don't you?" he went on. "The soldiers are just young men from the Norwich barracks, Doctor Lennard was my father's tutor at Oxford, and Mr. Hannaway Wells is our latest Cabinet Minister."

"He still has the novice's smirk," she remarked. "A moment ago I heard him tell his neighbour that he preferred not to discuss the war. He probably thinks that there is a spy under the table."

"Well, there we are - such as we are," Julian concluded. "There is no one left except me."

"Then tell me all about yourself," she suggested. "Really, when I come to think of it, considering the length of our conversations, you have been remarkably reticent. You are the youngest of the family, are you not? How many brothers are there?"

"There were four," he told her. "Henry was killed at Ypres last year. Guy is out there still. Richard is a Brigadier."

"And you?"

"I am ~ a barrister by profession, but I went out with the first Inns of Court lot for a little amateur soldiering and lost part of my foot at Mons. Since then I have been indulging in the unremunerative and highly monotonous occupation of censoring."

"Monotonous indeed, I should imagine," she agreed. "You spend your time reading other people's letters, do you not, just to be sure that there are no communications from the enemy?"

"Precisely," he assented. "We discover ciphers and all sorts of things."

"What brainy people you must be!"

"We are, most of us."

"Do you do anything else?"

"Well, I've given up censoring for the present," he confided. "I am going back to my profession."

"As a barrister?"

"Just so. I might add that I do a little hack journalism."

"How modest!" she murmured. "I suppose you write the leading articles for the Times!"

"For a very young lady," Julian observed impressively, "you have marvellous insight. How did you guess my secret?"

"I am better at guessing secrets than you are," she retorted a little insolently.

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 line and place the German armies in Flanders in peril."

The Cabinet Minister's views were popular. There was a little murmur of approval, something which sounded almost like a purr of content. It was just one more expression of that strangely discreditable yet almost universal failing, - the over-reliance upon others. The quiet remark of the man who suddenly saw fit to join in the discussion struck a chilling and a disturbing note.

"There is one thing which could end the war at any moment," Mr.

Stenson said, leaning a little forward, "and that is the will of the people."

There was perplexity as well as discomfiture in the minds of his hearers.

"The people?" Lord Shervinton repeated. "But surely the people speak through the mouths of their rulers?"

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