and I know the just share which Capital should claim.  You and I together will make the laws.  Oh, what does it matter whether you are English or Icelanders, Fins or Turks!  Humanity is so much greater than nationality.  Your men shall work side by side with mine, and what each produces, each shall have.  What is being done for my country shall surely be done for yours.  Can’t you see, Maraton—­can’t you see, my prophet who gropes in the darkness, that I am showing you the only way?”

Maraton rose to his feet.  He came and stood by Maxendorf’s side.

“Maxendorf,” he said, “you may be speaking to me from your heart.  Yes, I will admit that you are speaking to me from your heart.  But you ask me to take an awful risk.  You stand first in your country to-day, but in your country there are other powerful influences at work.  So much of what you say is true.  If I believed, Maxendorf—­if I believed that this fusion, as you call it, of our people could come about in the way you suggest, if I believed that the building up of our prosperity could start again on the real and rational basis of many of your institutions, if I believed this, Maxendorf, no false sentiment would stand in my way.  I would risk the eternal shame of the historians.  So far as I could do it, I would give you this country.  But there is always the doubt, the awful doubt.  You have a ruler whose ideas are not your ideas.  You have a people behind you who are strange to me.  I have not travelled in your country, I know little of it.  What if your people should assume the guise of conquerors, should garrison our towns with foreign soldiers, demand a huge indemnity, and then, withdrawing, leave us to our fate?  You have no guarantees to offer me, Maxendorf.”

“None but my word,” Maxendorf confessed quietly.

“You bargain like a politician!” Selingman cried.  “Man, can’t you see the glory of it?”

“I can see the glory,” Maraton answered, turning around, “but I can see also the ineffaceable ignominy of it.  Is your country great enough, Maxendorf, to follow where your finger points?  I do not know.”

“Yet you, too,” Maxendorf persisted, “must sometimes have looked into futurity.  You must have seen the slow decay of national pride, the nations of the world growing closer and closer together.  Can’t you bear to strike a blow for the great things?  You and I see so well the utter barbarism of warfare, the hideous waste of our mighty armaments, draining the money like blood from our countries, and all for senselessness, all just to keep alive that strange spirit which belongs to the days of romance, and the days of romance only.  It’s a workaday world now, Maraton.  We draw nearer to the last bend in the world’s history.  Oh, this is the truth!  I have seen it for so long.  It’s my religion, Maraton.  The time may not have come to preach it broadcast, but it’s there in my heart.”

Selingman struck the table with the palm of his hand.