he written word here," he reminded her.

"I do," she insisted. "My heart tells me. Besides, I have had many
hints. There are people in London whose position forces them to remain
silent, who understand and know."

"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. She was the disciple of a holy cause, aflame with
purpose.

"It will mean a revolution," he said thoughtfully.

"A revolution was established two years ago," she pointed out, "and the
people have held their power ever since. I will tell you what I believe
to-day," she went on passionately. "I believe that the very class who
was standing the firmest, whose fingers grasp most tightly the sword
of warfare, will be most grateful to the people who will wrest the
initiative from them and show them the way to an honourable, inevitable
peace."

"When do you propose to break those seals?" he enquired.

"To-morrow evening," she replied. "There will be a full meeting of the
Council. The terms will be read. Then you shall decide."

"What am I to decide?"

"Whether you