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eyes fixed upon the speaker's face。 Dubos was half standing； half resting against the table； his arms folded upon his breast。 The wounded men had raised themselves upon the straw and were listening。 Some leant upon their elbows； some sat with their hands clasped round their knees； and one； with head bent down； remained with his face hidden in his hands。
The speaker sat a little way apart。 The light from the oil lamp； suspended from the ceiling； fell upon his face。 He wore a peasant's blouse。 It seemed to her a face she knew。 Possibly she had passed him in the village street and had looked at him without remembering。 It was his eyes that for long years afterwards still haunted her。 She did not notice at the time what language he was speaking。 But there were none who did not understand him。
〃You think of God as of a great King；〃 he said； 〃a Ruler who orders all things： who could change all things in the twinkling of an eye。 You see the cruelty and the wrong around you。 And you say to yourselves： 'He has ordered it。 If He would； He could have willed it differently。' So that in your hearts you are angry with Him。 How could it be otherwise？ What father； loving his children； would see them suffer wrong； when by stretching out a hand he could protect them： turn their tears to gladness？ What father would see his children doing evil to one another and not check them： would see them following ways leading to their destruction； and not pluck them back？ If God has ordered all things； why has He created evil； making His creatures weak and sinful？ Does a father lay snares for his children： leading them into temptation： delivering them unto evil？〃
〃There is no God； apart from Man。〃
〃God is a spirit。 His dwelling…place is in man's heart。 We are His fellow…labourers。 It is through man that He shall one day rule the world。〃
〃God is knocking at your heart； but you will not open to Him。 You have filled your hearts with love of self。 There is no room for Him to enter in。〃
〃God whispers to you： 'Be pitiful。 Be merciful。 Be just。' But you answer Him： 'If I am pitiful； I lose my time and money。 If I am merciful； I forego advantage to myself。 If I am just； I lessen my own profit； and another passes me in the race。'〃
〃And yet in your inmost thoughts you know that you are wrong： that love of self brings you no peace。 Who is happier than the lover； thinking only how to serve？ Who is the more joyous： he who sits alone at the table； or he who shares his meal with a friend？ It is more blessed to give than to receive。 How can you doubt it？ For what do you toil and strive but that you may give to your children； to your loved ones； reaping the harvest of their good？〃
〃Who among you is the more honoured？ The miser or the giver： he who heaps up riches for himself or he who labours for others？〃
〃Who is the true soldier？ He who has put away self。 His own ease and comfort； even his own needs； his own safety： they are but as a feather in the balance when weighed against his love for his comrades； for his country。 The true soldier is not afraid to love。 He gives his life for his friend。 Do you jeer at him？ Do you say he is a fool for his pains？ No； it is his honour； his glory。〃
〃God is love。 Why are you afraid to let Him in？ Hate knocks also at your door and to him you open wide。 Why are you afraid of love？ All things are created by love。 Hate can but destroy。 Why choose you death instead of life？ God pleads to you。 He is waiting for your help。〃
And one answered him。
〃We are but poor men；〃 he said。 〃What can we do？ Of what use are such as we？〃
The young man looked at him and smiled。
〃You can ask that；〃 he said： 〃you； a soldier？ Does the soldier say： 'I am of no use。 I am but a poor man of no account。 Who has need of such as I？' God has need of all。 There is none that shall not help to win the victory。 It is with his life the soldier serves。 Who were they whose teaching moved the world more than it has ever yet been moved by the teaching of the wisest？ They were men of little knowledge； of but little learning； poor and lowly。 It was with their lives they taught。〃
〃Cast out self； and God shall enter in； and you shall be One with God。 For there is none so lowly that he may not become the Temple of God： there is none so great that he shall be greater than this。〃
The speaker ceased。 There came a faint sound at which she turned her head； and when she looked again he was gone。
The wounded men had heard it also。 Dubos had moved forward。 Madame Lelanne had risen。 It came again； the thin； faint shrill of a distant bugle。 Footsteps were descending the stairs。 French soldiers； laughing； shouting； were crowding round them。
CHAPTER XVIII
Her father met her at Waterloo。 He had business in London； and they stayed on for a few days。 Reading between the lines of his later letters； she had felt that all was not well with him。 His old heart trouble had come back； and she noticed that he walked to meet her very slowly。 It would be all right； now that she had returned； he explained： he had been worrying himself about her。
Mrs。 Denton had died。 She had left Joan her library； together with her wonderful collection of note books。 She had brought them all up…to…date and indexed them。 They would be invaluable to Francis when he started the new paper upon which they had determined。 He was still in the hospital at Breganze； near to where his machine had been shot down。 She had tried to get to him； but it would have meant endless delays； and she had been anxious about her father。 The Italian surgeons were very proud of him； he wrote。 They had had him X…rayed before and after； and beyond a slight lameness which gave him； he thought； a touch of distinction； there was no flaw that the most careful scrutiny would be likely to detect。 Any day； now； he expected to be discharged。 Mary had married an old sweetheart。 She had grown restless in the country with nothing to do； and； at the suggestion of some friends； had gone to Bristol to help in a children's hospital； and there they had met once more。
Neil Singleton； after serving two years in a cholera hospital at Baghdad； had died of the flu in Dover twenty…fours hours after landing。 Madge was in Palestine。 She had been appointed secretary to a committee for the establishment of native schools。 She expected to be there for some years； she wrote。 The work was interesting； and appealed to her。
Flossie 'phoned her from Paddington Station； the second day； and by luck she happened to be in。 Flossie had just come up from Devonshire。 Sam had 〃got through；〃 and she was on her way to meet him at Hull。 She had heard of Joan's arrival in London from one of Carleton's illustrated dailies。 She brought the paper with her。 They had used the old photograph that once had adorned each week the Sunday Post。 Joan hardly recognized herself in the serene； self…confident young woman who seemed to be looking down upon a world at her feet。 The world was strong and cruel； she had discovered； and Joans but small and weak。 One had to pretend that one was not afraid of it。
Flossie had joined every society she