“I have never been closer to you than now,” answered Clerambault, and he added: 

“You say that people blame what I have written.  Dear boy, what do you think of it yourself?”

“I confess I have not read it,” said Daniel.  “I did not want to, for fear that it might disturb my affection for you, or hinder me in my duty.”

“Your faith cannot be very strong, if a few lines of print can shake it.”

“My convictions are firm enough,” said Daniel, a little miffed, “but there are certain things which it is wisest not to discuss.”

“That is something that I should not have expected to hear from a scientific man,” said Clerambault.  “The truth can lose nothing by discussion.”

“Truth, no, but love—­love of country.”

“My dear Daniel, you go farther than I. I do not place truth in opposition to love of country, on the contrary I endeavour to reconcile them.”

Daniel tried to cut the matter short.

“The country is not a subject for discussion.”

“Is it an article of faith?”

“You know I do not believe in religions,” protested Daniel.  “I have no faith in any of them.  But that is the very reason.  What should we have left on earth if it were not for our country?”

“I think that there are many great and beautiful things in the world, and Country is only one of them; but I am not discussing the love, but the way of loving.”

“There is only one,” said Daniel.

“And what is that?”

“We must obey.”

“The ancient symbol, Love with bandaged eyes; I only want to open them.”

“No, no, let us alone.  It is hard enough already.  Don’t make it any worse for us.”  In a few phrases, temperate, yet broken by emotion, Daniel brought up the terrible picture of the weeks that he had spent in the trenches; the disgust and the horror of what he had borne himself, the suffering he had seen in others, had inflicted on them.

“But, my dear fellow, if you see this shameful thing, why not try to prevent it?”

“Because it is impossible.”

“To be sure of that, you might at least make the attempt.”

“The conflict between men is the law of Nature.  Kill or be killed.  So be it.”

“And can it never be changed?”

“No, never,” said Daniel, in a tone of sad obstinacy, “it is the law.”

There are some scientific men from whom science seems to hide the truth it contains, so that they cannot see reality at the bottom of the net.  They embrace the whole field that has been discovered, but would think it impossible and even ridiculous to enlarge it beyond the limits already traced by reason.  They only believe in a progress that is chained to the inside of the enclosure.  Clerambault knew only too well the supercilious smile with which the ideas of inventors are put aside by learned men from the official schools.  There are certain forms