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r sometimes if you do。〃
〃I'm not indifferent to it；〃 answered Joan。 〃I'm reckoning on it to help me。〃
〃Why not？〃 she continued； with a flash of defiance； though Madge had not spoken。 〃It is a weapon like any otherknowledge； intellect； courage。 God has given me beauty。 I shall use it in His service。〃
They formed a curious physical contrast； these two women in this moment。 Joan； radiant； serene； sat upright in her chair； her head slightly thrown back； her fine hands clasping one another so strongly that the delicate muscles could be traced beneath the smooth white skin。 Madge； with puckered brows； leant forward in a crouching attitude； her thin nervous hands stretched out towards the fire。
〃How does one know when one is serving God？〃 she asked after a pause； apparently rather of herself than of Joan。 〃It seems so difficult。〃
〃One feels it；〃 explained Joan。
〃Yes； but didn't they all feel it；〃 Madge suggested。 She still seemed to be arguing with herself rather than with Joan。 〃Nietzsche。 I have been reading him。 They are forming a Nietzsche Society to give lectures about himpropagate him over here。 Eleanor's in it up to the neck。 It seems to me awful。 Every fibre in my being revolts against him。 Yet they're all cocksure that he is the coming prophet。 He must have convinced himself that he is serving God。 If I were a fighter I should feel I was serving God trying to down Him。 How do I know which of us is right？ TorquemadaCalvin；〃 she went on； without giving Joan the chance of a reply。 〃It's easy enough to see they were wrong now。 But at the time millions of people believed in themfelt it was God's voice speaking through them。 Joan of Arc！ Fancy dying to put a thing like that upon a throne。 It would be funny if it wasn't so tragic。 You can say she drove out the Englishsaved France。 But for what？ The Bartholomew massacres。 The ruin of the Palatinate by Louis XIV。 The horrors of the French Revolution； ending with Napoleon and all the misery and degeneracy that he bequeathed to Europe。 History might have worked itself out so much better if the poor child had left it alone and minded her sheep。〃
〃Wouldn't that train of argument lead to nobody ever doing anything？〃 suggested Joan。
〃I suppose it would mean stagnation；〃 admitted Madge。 〃And yet I don't know。 Are there not forces moving towards right that are crying to us to help them； not by violence； which only interrupts delays them； but by quietly preparing the way for them？ You know what I mean。 Erasmus always said that Luther had hindered the Reformation by stirring up passion and hate。〃 She broke off suddenly。 There were tears in her eyes。 〃Oh； if God would only say what He wants of us；〃 she almost cried； 〃call to us in trumpet tones that would ring through the world； compelling us to take sides。 Why can't He speak？〃
〃He does；〃 answered Joan。 〃I hear His voice。 There are things I've got to do。 Wrongs that I must fight against。 Rights that I must never dare to rest till they are won。〃 Her lips were parted。 Her breasts heaving。 〃He does call to us。 He has girded His sword upon me。〃
Madge looked at her in silence for quite a while。 〃How confident you are；〃 she said。 〃How I envy you。〃
They talked for a time about domestic matters。 Joan had established herself in furnished rooms in a quiet street of pleasant Georgian houses just behind the Abbey； a member of Parliament and his wife occupied the lower floors； the landlord； a retired butler； and his wife； an excellent cook； confining themselves to the basement and the attics。 The remaining floor was tenanted by a shy young mana poet； so the landlady thought； but was not sure。 Anyhow he had long hair； lived with a pipe in his mouth； and burned his lamp long into the night。 Joan had omitted to ask his name。 She made a note to do so。
They discussed ways and means。 Joan calculated she could get through on two hundred a year； putting aside fifty for dress。 Madge was doubtful if this would be sufficient。 Joan urged that she was 〃stock size〃 and would be able to pick up 〃models〃 at sales； but Madge； measuring her against herself； was sure she was too full。
〃You will find yourself expensive to dress；〃 she told her； 〃cheap things won't go well on you； and it would be madness； even from a business point of view； for you not to make the best of yourself。〃
〃Men stand more in awe of a well…dressed woman than they do even of a beautiful woman；〃 Madge was of opinion。 〃If you go into an office looking dowdy they'll beat you down。 Tell them the price they are offering you won't keep you in gloves for a week and they'll be ashamed of themselves。 There's nothing infra dig。 in being mean to the poor； but not to sympathize with the rich stamps you as middle class。〃 She laughed。
Joan was worried。 〃I told Dad I should only ask him for enough to make up two hundred a year；〃 she explained。 〃He'll laugh at me for not knowing my own mind。〃
〃I should let him；〃 advised Madge。 She grew thoughtful again。 〃We cranky young women； with our new…fangled； independent ways； I guess we hurt the old folks quite enough as it is。〃
The bell rang and Madge opened the door herself。 It turned out to be Flossie。 Joan had not seen her since they had been at Girton together； and was surprised at Flossie's youthful 〃get up。〃 Flossie explained； and without waiting for any possible attack flew to her own defence。
〃The revolution that the world is waiting for；〃 was Flossie's opinion； 〃is the providing of every man and woman with a hundred and fifty a year。 Then we shall all be able to afford to be noble and high…minded。 As it is； nine…tenths of the contemptible things we do comes from the necessity of our having to earn our living。 A hundred and fifty a year would deliver us from evil。〃
〃Would there not still be the diamond dog…collar and the motor car left to tempt us？〃 suggested Madge。
〃Only the really wicked；〃 contended Flossie。 〃It would classify us。 We should know then which were the sheep and which the goats。 At present we're all jumbled together： the ungodly who sin out of mere greed and rapacity； and the just men compelled to sell their birthright of fine instincts for a mess of meat and potatoes。〃
〃Yah； socialist；〃 commented Madge； who was busy with the tea things。
Flossie seemed struck by an idea。
〃By Jove；〃 she exclaimed。 〃Why did I never think of it。 With a red flag and my hair down； I'd be in all the illustrated papers。 It would put up my price no end。 And I'd be able to get out of this silly job of mine。 I can't go on much longer。 I'm getting too well known。 I do believe I'll try it。 The shouting's easy enough。〃 She turned to Joan。 〃Are you going to take up socialism？〃 she demanded。
〃I may；〃 answered Joan。 〃Just to spank it； and put it down again。 I'm rather a believer in temptationthe struggle for existence。 I only want to make it a finer existence； more worth the struggle； in which the best man shall rise to the top。 Your 'universal security'that will be the last act of the human drama； the cue for ringing down the curtain。〃
〃But do not all our Isms work towards that end？〃 suggested Madge。
Joan was about to reply when the maid's