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raying of the trumpets。
These cold； thin…lipped calculators； arguing that 〃War doesn't pay〃； those lank…haired cosmopolitans； preaching their 〃International；〃 as if the only business of mankind were wages！ War still was the stern school where men learnt virtue； duty； forgetfulness of self； faithfulness unto death。
This particular war； of course； must be stopped： if it were not already too late。 It would be a war for markets； for spheres of commercial influence； a sordid war that would degrade the people。 War； the supreme test of a nation's worth； must be reserved for great ideals。 Besides； she wanted to down Carleton。
One of the women on her list； and the one to whom Mrs。 Denton appeared to attach chief importance； a Madame de Barante； disappointed Joan。 She seemed to have so few opinions of her own。 She had buried her young husband during the Franco…Prussian war。 He had been a soldier。 And she had remained unmarried。 She was still beautiful。
〃I do not think we women have the right to discuss war；〃 she confided to Joan in her gentle； high…bred voice。 〃I suppose you think that out of date。 I should have thought so myself forty years ago。 We talk of 'giving' our sons and lovers； as if they were ours to give。 It makes me a little angry when I hear pampered women speak like that。 It is the men who have to suffer and die。 It is for them to decide。〃
〃But perhaps I can arrange a meeting for you with a friend；〃 she added； 〃who will be better able to help you； if he is in Paris。 I will let you know。〃
She told Joan what she remembered herself of 1870。 She had turned her country house into a hospital and had seen a good deal of the fighting。
〃It would not do to tell the truth； or we should have our children growing up to hate war；〃 she concluded。
She was as good as her word； and sent Joan round a message the next morning to come and see her in the afternoon。 Joan was introduced to a Monsieur de Chaumont。 He was a soldierly…looking gentleman； with a grey moustache； and a deep scar across his face。
〃Hanged if I can see how we are going to get out of it；〃 he answered Joan cheerfully。 〃The moment there is any threat of war； it becomes a point of honour with every nation to do nothing to avoid it。 I remember my old duelling days。 The quarrel may have been about the silliest trifle imaginable。 A single word would have explained the whole thing away。 But to utter it would have stamped one as a coward。 This Egyptian Tra…la…la！ It isn't worth the bones of a single grenadier； as our friends across the Rhine would say。 But I expect； before it's settled； there will be men's bones sufficient； bleaching on the desert； to build another Pyramid。 It's so easily started： that's the devil of it。 A mischievous boy can throw a lighted match into a powder magazine； and then it becomes every patriot's business to see that it isn't put out。 I hate war。 It accomplishes nothing； and leaves everything in a greater muddle than it was before。 But if the idea ever catches fire； I shall have to do all I can to fan the conflagration。 Unless I am prepared to be branded as a poltroon。 Every professional soldier is supposed to welcome war。 Most of us do： it's our opportunity。 There's some excuse for us。 But these menCarleton and their lot： I regard them as nothing better than the Menades of the Commune。 They care nothing if the whole of Europe blazes。 They cannot personally get harmed whatever happens。 It's fun to them。〃
〃But the people who can get harmed；〃 argued Joan。 〃The men who will be dragged away from their work； from their business； used as 'cannon fodder。'〃
He shrugged his shoulders。 〃Oh； they are always eager enough for it； at first；〃 he answered。 〃There is the excitement。 The curiosity。 You must remember that life is a monotonous affair to the great mass of the people。 There's the natural craving to escape from it； to court adventure。 They are not so enthusiastic about it after they have tasted it。 Modern warfare； they soon find； is about as dull a business as science ever invented。〃
There was only one hope that he could see： and that was to switch the people's mind on to some other excitement。 His advices from London told him that a parliamentary crisis was pending。 Could not Mrs。 Denton and her party do something to hasten it？ He； on his side； would consult with the Socialist leaders； who might have something to suggest。
He met Joan； radiant； a morning or two later。 The English Government had resigned and preparations for a general election were already on foot。
〃And God has been good to us； also；〃 he explained。
A well…known artist had been found murdered in his bed and grave suspicion attached to his beautiful young wife。
〃She deserves the Croix de Guerre； if it is proved that she did it；〃 he thought。 〃She will have saved many thousands of livesfor the present。〃
Folk had fixed up a party at his studio to meet her。 She had been there once or twice； but this was a final affair。 She had finished her business in Paris and would be leaving the next morning。 To her surprise； she found Phillips there。 He had come over hurriedly to attend a Socialist conference； and Leblanc； the editor of Le Nouveau Monde； had brought him along。
〃I took Smedley's place at the last moment；〃 he whispered to her。 〃I've never been abroad before。 You don't mind； do you？〃
It didn't strike her as at all odd that a leader of a political party should ask her 〃if she minded〃 his being in Paris to attend a political conference。 He was wearing a light grey suit and a blue tie。 There was nothing about him； at that moment； suggesting that he was a leader of any sort。 He might have been just any man； but for his eyes。
〃No；〃 she whispered。 〃Of course not。 I don't like your tie。〃 It seemed to depress him； that。
She felt elated at the thought that he would see her for the first time amid surroundings where she would shine。 Folk came forward to meet her with that charming air of protective deference that he had adopted towards her。 He might have been some favoured minister of state kissing the hand of a youthful Queen。 She glanced down the long studio； ending in its fine window overlooking the park。 Some of the most distinguished men in Paris were there； and the immediate stir of admiration that her entrance had created was unmistakable。 Even the women turned pleased glances at her； as if willing to recognize in her their representative。 A sense of power came to her that made her feel kind to all the world。 There was no need for her to be clever： to make any effort to attract。 Her presence； her sympathy； her approval seemed to be all that was needed of her。 She had the consciousness that by the mere exercise of her will she could sway the thoughts and actions of these men： that sovereignty had been given to her。 It reflected itself in her slightly heightened colour； in the increased brilliance of her eyes； in the confident case of all her movements。 It added a compelling softness to her voice。
She never quite remembered what the talk was about。 Men were brought up and presented to her； and hung about her words； and sought to please her。 She had spoken her own thoughts； indifferent whether they expressed agreement or not； and the argument had invariably taken another plane。 It seemed so important that she should be convinced。 Some had succeeded； and had been strengthened。 Others had failed； and had departed sorrowful； conscious of the necessity of 〃thinking it out again。〃
Guests with other engagements were taking their leave。 A piquante little woman； outrageously but effectively dressedshe looked like a drawing by Beardsleydrew her aside。 〃I've always wished I were a man；〃 she said。 〃It seemed to me that they had all the power。 From this afternoon； I shall be proud of belonging to the governing sex。〃
She laughed and slipped away。
Phillips was waiting for her in the vestibule。 She had forgotten him； but now she felt glad of his humble request to be allowed to see her home。 It would have been such a big drop from her crowded hour of triumph to the long lonely cab ride and the solitude of the hotel。 She resolved to be gracious； feeling a little sorry for her neglect of himbut reflecting with satisfaction that he had probably been watching her the whole time。
〃What's the matter with my tie？〃 he asked。 〃Wrong colour？〃
She laughed。 〃Yes；〃 she answered。 〃It ought to be grey to match your suit。 And so ought your socks。〃
〃I didn't know it was going to be such a swell affair； or I shouldn't have come；〃 he said。
She touched his hand lightly。
〃I want you to get used to it；〃 she said。 〃It's part of your work。 Put your brain into it； and don't be afraid。〃
〃I'll try；〃 he said。
He was sitting on the front seat； facing her。 〃I'm glad I went；〃 he said with sudden vehemence。 〃I loved watching you； moving about among all those people。 I never knew before how beautiful you are。〃
Something in his eyes sent a slight thrill of fear through her。 It was not an unpleasant sensationrather exhilarating。 She watched the passing street till she felt that his eyes were no longer devouring her。
〃You're not offended？〃 he asked。 〃At my thinking you beaut