This quarrel, as even the Germans confess, was not made by her.  She saw it gathering, and she was as quiet as if she hoped to escape war by submission.  The chance of revenge was offered as it had never been offered in forty years; yet she did not stir to grasp it.  Her enemy gave every provocation, yet she stayed as still as if she were spiritless; and all the while she was the proudest nation on the earth, so proud that she did not need to threaten or boast.  Then came the first failure, and she took it as if she had expected nothing better.  She had to make war in a manner wholly contrary to her nature and genius, and she made it as if patience, not fire, were the main strength of her soul.  Yet behind the new patience the old fire persisted; and the Furia Francese is only waiting for its chance.  The Germans believe they have determined all the conditions of modern war, and, indeed of all modern competition between the nations to suit their own national character.  It is their age, they think, an age in which the qualities of the old peoples, England and France, are obsolete.  They make war, after their own pattern, and we have only to suffer it as long as we can.  But France has learned what she needs from Germany so that she may fight the German idea as well as the German armies; and when the German armies were checked before Paris there was an equal check to the German idea.  Then the world, which was holding its breath, knew that the old nations, the old faith and mind and conscience of Europe, were still standing fast and that science had not utterly betrayed them all to the new barbarism.  Twice before, at Tours and in the Catalaunian fields, there had been such a fight upon the soil of France, and now for the third time it is the heavy fate and the glory of France to be the guardian nation.  That is not an accident, for France is still the chief treasury of all that these conscious barbarians would destroy.  They knew that while she stands unbroken there is a spirit in her that will make their Kultur seem unlovely to all the world.  They know that in her, as in Athens long ago, thought remains passionate and disinterested and free.  Their thought is German and exercised for German ends, like their army; but hers can forget France in the universe, and for that reason her armies and ours will fight for it as if the universe were at stake.  Many forms has that thought taken, passing through disguises and errors, mocking at itself, mocking at the holiest things; and yet there has always been the holiness of freedom in it.  The French blasphemer has never blasphemed against the idea of truth even when he mistook falsehood for it.  In the Terror he said there was no God, because he believed there was none, but he never said that France was God so that he might encourage her to conquer the world.  Voltaire was an imp of destruction perhaps, but with what a divine lightning of laughter would he have struck the Teutonic Antichrist, and how the everlasting soul