" He got out so suddenly the driver was scared. Mr.
Bates took a bill out of his pocket, held it up uncertainly for a
moment, and when the driver had clutched it, marched in an intricate
manner into the gardens. His smile became more cat-like than ever as the
sound of syncopated music reached his ear and he passed a woman
strolling under the trees. He hummed his song again. The evening, for
him, was only just beginning.

Mr. Dainopoulos hurried forward and soon left the region of hard
arc-lights behind. His house was not far from here. He wished to get
home. He regretted sometimes that his business took him so much away
from the house, for he retained sufficient simplicity to imagine that
the laws of nature do not apply to love, that you can increase the
volume without diminishing the intensity. But he consoled himself with
the thought that in a few years he would be able to devote himself
entirely to his wife. His dream was not very clear in its outlines as
yet, because the war now raging was far-reaching in its effects. It
would be unwise to make plans which the political changes might render
impossible of accomplishment. For the present he was satisfied to place
his reserves at a safe distance in diversified but thoroughly sound
securities, so that unless the civilized world turned completely upside
down and all men repudiated their obligations, he would be able to
control his resources. There was not much doubt about that in his mind.
He knew that business would go on, was going on, even while men moved in
massed millions to destroy each other. While the line swayed and
crumpled and broke, or surged forward under the incredibly sustained
roar of ten thousand cannon, English and French and German business men
were perfecting their plans for doing business with each other as soon
as it was over. The ethical side of the question scarcely arose in his
mind, since he had grown accustomed to wars and the money to be made out
of them. To him the struggle in France and on the Slavic frontier was
far off and shadowy, as was the grim game at sea. He was not to be
blamed for measuring events by the scale in use by those of his race;
and if there was somewhat more ferocity and sustained butchery in this
war than in others, it was only another significant symptom of
Anglo-Saxon temperament, because business, he knew quite well, was going
on.

He knocked at the door in the wall which had so impressed Mr. Spokesly
earlier in the