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 and everything five times the cost of pre-war rates. Another such victory will wipe us off the map. We have smashed Germany, it is true, for a time. We have punished her women and children for the crimes of their War Lords, but can we keep her crushed? Are our frontiers impregnable against the time when her people come back for revenge, smashing the fetters we have placed on them, and rising again in strength? For ten years, for twenty years, for thirty years, perhaps, we shall be safe. And after that, if the heart of Europe does not change, if we do not learn wisdom from the horror that has passed, France will be ravaged again, and all that we have seen our children will see, and their suffering will be greater than ours, and they will not have the hope we had."

He stared back into the past, not a very distant past, and I fancy that among the figures he saw was Marthe, his sister.

"What's the remedy?" I asked.

"A Union of Democracy across the frontiers of hate," he answered, and I think it was a phrase that he had written and learnt by heart.

"A fine phrase!" I said, laughing a little.

He flared up at me.

"It's more than a phrase. It's the heart-beat of millions in Europe."

"In France?" I asked pointedly. "In the France of Clémenceau?"

"More than you imagine," he answered, boldly. "Beneath our present chauvinism, our natural exultation in victory, our inevitable hatred of the enemy, common-sense is at work, and an idealism higher than that. At present its voice is not heard. The old men are having their day. Presently the new men will arrive with the new ideas. They are here, but do not speak yet."