aside their
ideas of fair play and equal terms when we had had a few reverses. They
forgot that one Englishman was equal to ten foreigners, and insisted on
sending out as many troops as possible. I fancy you were badly
panic-stricken over here."

James saw that his listeners looked at him with surprise, even with
consternation; and he hastened to explain.

"Of course, I don't blame them. They were quite right to send as many
men as possible. The object of war is not to do glorious actions, but to
win. Other things being equal, it is obviously better to be ten to one;
it is less heroic, but more reasonable."

"You take from war all the honour and all the chivalry!" cried Mary.
"The only excuse for war is that it brings out the noblest qualities of
man--self-sacrifice, unselfishness, endurance."

"But war doesn't want any excuse," replied James, smiling gently. "Many
people say that war is inhuman and absurd; many people are uncommonly
silly. When they think war can be abolished, they show a phenomenal
ignorance of the conditions of all development. War in one way and
another is at the very root of life. War is not conducted only by fire
and sword; it is in all nature, it is the condition of existence for
all created things. Even the wild flowers in the meadow wage war, and
they wage it more ruthlessly even than man, for with them defeat means
extermination. The law of Nature is that the fit should kill the unfit.
The Lord is the Lord of Hosts. The lame, and the halt, and the blind
must remain behind, while the strong man goes his way rejoicing."

"How hard you are!" said Mary. "Have you no pity, James?"

"D'you know, I've got an idea that there's too much pity in the world.
People seem to be losing their nerve; reality shocks them, and they live
slothfully in the shoddy palaces of Sham Ideals. The sentimentalists,
the cowards, and the cranks have broken the spirit of mankind. The
general in battle now is afraid to strike because men may be killed.
Sometimes it is worth while to lose men. When we become soldiers, we
know that we cease to be human beings, and are merely the instruments
for a certain work; we know that sometimes it may be part of a general's
deliberate plan that we should be killed. I have no confidence in a
leader who is tender-hearted. Compassion weakens his brain, and the
result, too often, is disaster."

But as he spoke, James realised with a start how his father would take
what he was saying. H