Possibly, too, he had an innate appreciation of it. To Helen, his interest had momentarily rekindled the enthusia

look at that one it seems worse, and I thought it was so good at the start! Smudgy, but if you hold it off lik

y of her mind wrought by the cunning of her hand, and her voice was that of Henriette with a more emotional intonation than Henriett

ever exhibite

and the fervour of her talk; Henriette in the glory of enthusiasm, the enthusiasm which he knew she must possess and whi

came the burst of confidence and her features lighted, their mobility alive with recollection as she told about the scene in the dining-room, forgetting herself, mimicking M. Vailliant and her own f

play in her features. Was she really plain? He was unconscious of it; conscious only of her amazing vitality w

with a card on a salver who can't get my lady to

er," he said. "I certain

r; her talk made him a sort of comrade in their making. But she did not offer to do a charc

ile!" s

d he hoped that she would talk about her troubles in m

She drew a long breath as she studied the profile in a moment of

ay made a perfect frame for her; all surroundings seemed to suit her. "I don't wonder you forgot time was passing

id Phil. "I begin to think well of myself

preceded him, two steps at a time, up the stairs. "Do you

permit her to waste any time. She came out of her room at the same instant that Phil opened his door, for

irst! V

Phil, but the figure in its suppleness

collections at having an agreeable man at the function of all functions to her-dinner as cooked by Jacqueline. Yet she would have dressed with equal care if she had been going to eat al

been the family governess or a companion. Time had drilled her well

e world. Phil was soon aware that she expected him to tell of his tour of the warring nations. From Henriette came occasional questions and

ust as mad as the

ui

oors-the men who were singing, singing as they went out to kill-if one had

rdl

e murder, then.

tween war and homic

her chin cupped in her hands, all eyes, and

hy? why? Not what the papers print and the professors say and the Kaiser pr

e fighting in defence," said Phil.

, that is

d Madame Ribot. "I have never met one who wasn't,

" Phil went on, keeping to Helen's theme. "They want their neighbou

the F

eir France!" he said. "This was in every fa

sit over our coffee so comfortably and those millions rushing to death! What poor little mortals we are! How lacking in imagination! Each with his little concerns in his own little hole-I grieving because the war spoi

id her mother. "There must be wa

les," Helen replied half inaudi

tess's politeness due to Phil's evident interest. "Yes, what would you do, my dear? Become a vivandiére? Surely not nurse! You have admit

elen with some determination, af

her decision was made that Helen should remain at Me

sed into the grounds where, in utter stillness, the tr

out my feelings. Perhaps-oh, that is the great hope-th

about the war!"

nk of horrors. She was content to be as she was and where she was, serene, unworried. They were not going to speak of the war, but they did, as every one would while it lasted,

rch under the Arc de Triomphe," Henriette said. "I hope it w

hat they will w

lsace and aren't the Ge

d Madame Ribot have foreseen what was coming along the great main road one day she would not have been s

eks. He had collected impressions without digesting them; and th

ely lifeless and her voice lacked its customary vibrant quality. When she reached her room she stood motionless for a long t

does not stay!"