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I nodded. 'No, her letter contained nothing that would interest you,'
I continued as I noted the look of inquiry in his eyes. 'Why don't you go with me? It would seem quite natural, seeing you are off to the front so soon.'
He hesitated a second, and then shook his head. 'No, Lus...o...b..,' he said, 'she'll send for me if she wants me.'
'That's not the way to win a girl. How can she send for you?'
'I seem to have lost confidence since my memory came back,' he replied.
'When I told her I loved her, although I didn't seem to have the ghost of a chance, I felt confident, serene. Now I'm sure of nothing.'
'Nothing?' I queried. 'Do you mean to say that--that your faith in G.o.d and that kind of thing is gone?'
'No, no,' he replied quickly. 'That remains. It's the foundation of everything, everything. But G.o.d doesn't do things in the way we expect, and when we expect. After all, our life here is only a fragment, and G.o.d has plenty of time. He's never in a hurry. It's all right, old man. She'll be mine some time. If not in this world, in another.'
'If I loved a girl, I'd move heaven and earth to get her in this life.'
'Yes, don't fear that I'm not going to do my bit; but I've had a little time for thinking, and I've had to adjust myself to--to my new conditions.'
'With what results? How do things strike you now?'
'What things? The war?'
'Yes, that among others. Have you the same views you had? After our peregrinations through London, you were not optimistic, I remember.
You seemed to regard England as in a bad way. You said we were not fit for victory. What are your views now?'
He was silent a few seconds before replying.
'I expect I was a bit of a fool,' he said presently. 'I'm afraid my outlook was narrow and silly. You see, I had no experience to go on.
I had no standards.'
'No standards?' I repeated. 'You mean, then, that you've given all your fine sentiments the go-by?'
'And if I had?' he said with a smile. 'Should you be sorry or glad?'
I was silent. As I have stated I had not agreed with him, and yet I should have been sorry had he become like many another of his cla.s.s.
'I see,' and he laughed gaily. 'No, old man, I've given nothing the go-by. No doubt, I overstated things a bit. No wonder. I saw things only in the light of the present. But in the main I was right.'
'Then what do you mean by saying that your outlook was narrow and silly?'
'I mean this. I looked on life without being able to compare it with what it was before the war. When I went with you through London, and saw the things I saw, when I saw the basest pa.s.sions pandered to, when I saw vice walking openly, and not ashamed, I said, "G.o.d is keeping victory from us because we are not fit for it." In a sense I believe it still. Admiral Beatty was right. "Just so long as England remains in a state of religious indifference, just so long will the war continue. When the nation, the Empire comes to G.o.d with humility and with prayer on her lips, then we can begin to count the days towards the end." And that's right. The nation itself, by its lack of faith in G.o.d, by its materialism, by its want of prayer, by its greed, and its sin, has kept victory from coming. I tell you the great need of the age is prophets, men of G.o.d, calling us to G.o.d.'
'And do you stand by what you said about drink?'
'To every word. That phase of our national life has been and is horrible. While vested interests in this devilish thing remain paramount, we are partly paralysed. You see, it is the parent of a great part of the crime of the country. Oh, yes, I stand by that. All the same I was wrong.'
'Why wrong?'
'Because I did not look deep enough. Because I was not able to see the tremendous change that has been wrought.'
'I don't understand,' I said.
'It's this way. You, because the change which has come over the land has come slowly and subtly, have hardly been able to see it. But when, a few weeks ago, my memory came back to me, I realized a sort of shock.
I saw how tremendous the change was, and is. A few years ago I was home for a long leave, and I went a good deal into society. What did I see? I saw that the women of England were in the main a ma.s.s of useless, purposeless b.u.t.terflies. I saw that the great ma.s.s of the young men of our cla.s.s were mere empty-headed, worthless parasites.
The whole country was given over to money getting and pleasure seeking.
I didn't realize it then; but I do now. On every hand they were craving for unnatural excitement, and doubtless there was a great danger of our race becoming decadent. But these last few weeks I've realized the difference. Why, our people have been glorious, simply glorious! See what an earnest tone pervades all life. Think of what the women of all cla.s.ses have done, and are doing! Think of their change of outlook! Instead of being mere bridge-playing, gambling, purposeless things, finding their pleasures in all sorts of silly fads and foolishness, they've given themselves to service--loyal, n.o.ble service. The young fellows who filled up their time by being mere club-loungers, empty-headed society dudes, whose chief talk was women, the latest thing in neckties, or their handicap at golf, are now doing useful work, or fighting for the best in life. As for the rank and file, life has a new meaning to them, and they've become heroes.
'Mind you, we've still a long way to go; but we are on the right road.
G.o.d is speaking out of the whirlwind and the fire. Religion may not be expressing itself in Church-going, but it is expressing itself in deeper, grander ways. I failed to see it; but I see it now. Oh, man, if England will only be true to the call of G.o.d, we can become the wonder and glory of the world!'
'Then you believe we are ready for victory?'
'I do not say that; but we are getting ready. G.o.d has been putting us through the refining fires, and I can see such a democracy emerging out of this world upheaval as was never known before.'
'And yet the war does not appear to be coming to an raid,' I urged.
'Think of Russia. Russia is a wild chaos, the victim of every pa.s.sing fancy. Anarchy is triumphant, and the great army which should be a tower of strength is a rope of sand. If Russia had been true, we should have been----'
'Don't be in a hurry, my friend. G.o.d never is. Things will brighten in that direction. I don't say the war will be ended on the battlefield. Sometimes I think it won't. G.o.d does things in big ways.
Surely the history of the last few months has taught us that. With Him nothing is impossible. People say that Kaiserdom stands more firmly than ever. What of that? The Kaiser may become more autocratic than ever, but his doom is written for all that. What is happening to his invincible legions? They will never save him. We are going to have a new world, my friend, and the pomp of the Kaiser will become a thing of yesterday.'
He was silent a few seconds, and then went on.
'There is something else, too. Russia has failed us, failed us because of corruption, and injustice. But G.o.d does not fail. No sooner did Russia yield, than America spoke. Her voice was the voice of the new Democracy. America's action is one of the greatest things in the world. Without thought of gain and realizing her sacrifice she has answered the call of G.o.d, and thrown herself into this struggle for the liberty and justice of the world. Had our cause not been righteous America would not have done this, but because it is G.o.d's Cause she could not resist the call to give her all. Yes, my friend,
'The mills of G.o.d grind slowly, But they grind exceeding small.'
CHAPTER XLII
AN UNFINISHED STORY
I left Jack Carbis the following day, and made my way to Bolivick. I did my best to persuade him to come with me; but he would not.
'No, not yet,' he said in answer to my entreaties, and yet I knew that he longed to come.
We had talked far into the night, and he had opened his heart to me as never before; but it is not for me to tell all he said.
When I reached Bolivick I found Lorna looking pale and ill, and I felt sure something was preying on her mind. The house was nearly empty, too. Her brother had not yet arrived from the front, and there were no visitors. I was glad of this, however, as it gave me a chance of talking with her alone.
'I have just come from Jack,' I said, as we left the house for a walk after dinner.
She did not speak, but I knew by the quick catch in her breath what interest my words had to her.
'He's going to France in three days,' I went on. 'He is reported fit for general service. I tried to persuade him to come with me.'
'I dare say he has much to occupy him,' she said coldly.
'It's not that,' I replied. 'He wanted to come; but he thinks you do not want him. He said he would not come till you sent for him.'