would make me the spiritual father of a new Europe."

"And a new America. Why not? You have heard the call and you are not the
man to shirk it. Lesser men than you have tried--all honour to them if
they were sincere--to voice the yearnings, the questions, the doubts, of
a generation that has outgrown its spiritual garments. All the world
feels, knows, that a new voice _must_ come soon. The world is waiting
for you, Paul."

III

Flamby Duveen lay flat amid the bluebells, one hand outstretched before
her and resting lightly upon a little mound of moss. It was a small
brown hand and she held it in such a manner, knuckles upward, and
imparted to it so cunning and peculiar a movement that it assumed quite
an uncanny resemblance to a tiny and shrinking hare.

Some four feet in front of her, at the edge of a small clearing in the
bluebell forest, from a clump of ferns two long silky ears upstood,
motionless, like twin sentries, and from between the thick stalks of the
flowers which intermingled with the ferns one round bright eye regarded
the moving hand fascinatedly.

Flamby's lips were pursed up and a soft low whistle quite peculiar in
tone caused the silky ears of the watching hare to twitch sharply. But
the little animal remained otherwise motionless and continued to study
the odd billowy motions of the brown hand with that eager wonder-bright
eye. The whistling continued, and the hare ventured forth from cover,
coming fully twelve inches nearer to Flamby. Flamby constrained her
breathing as much as was consistent with maintaining the magical
whistle. Her hand wriggled insinuatingly forward, revealing a round bare
arm, brown as a nut upon its outer curves and creamy on the inner.

The hypnotised subject ventured a foot nearer. Flamby's siren song grew
almost inaudible above the bird-calls of the surrounding wood, but it
held its sway over the fascinated hare, for the animal suddenly sprang
across the space intervening between himself and the mysterious hand
and sat studying that phenomenon at close quarters.

A little finger softly caressed one furry forepaw. Up went the hare's
ears again and his whole body grew rigid. The caress was continued,
however, and the animal grew to like it. Two gentle fingers passed
lightly along his back and he was thrilled ecstatically. Now, his silky
ears were grasped, firmly, confidently; and unresisting, he allowed
himself to be couched in the crook of a soft arm. His heart was be