"
"Foreigners?" Julian asked suspiciously.
"Neutrals, of course, but neutrals of discretion are very useful
people. The military party in Germany is making a brave show
still, but it is beaten, notwithstanding its victories. The
people are gathering together in their millions. Their voice is
already being heard. Here we have the proof of it."
"But even if these proposed terms are as favourable as you say,"
Julian objected, "how can you force them upon the English Cabinet?
There is America-France. Yours is purely a home demand. A
government has other things to think of and consider."
"France is war-weary to the bone," she declared. "France will
follow England, especially when she knows the contents of that
packet. As for America, she came into this after the great
sacrifices had been made. She demands nothing more than is to be
yielded up. It is not for the sake of visionary ideas, not for
diplomatic precedence that the humanitarians of the world are
going to hesitate about ending this brutal slaughter."
He studied her curiously. In the firelight her face seemed to him
almost strangely beautiful. She was uplifted by the fervour of
her thoughts. The depth in her soft brown eyes was immeasurable;
the quiver of her lips, so soft and yet so spiritual, was almost
inspiring. Her hand was resting upon his shoulder. She seemed to
dwell upon his expression, to listen eagerly for his words. Yet
he realised that in all this there was no personal note.
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