“Julian,” she murmured, “I am so proud—­so happy.”

The Bishop left them as they stepped into their cab.

“I am going to a mission room in the neighbourhood,” he explained.  “We have war talks every week.  I try to tell them how things are going on, and we have a short service.  But before I go, Mr. Stenson has sent you a little message, Julian.  If you go to your club later on to-night, you will see it in the telegrams, or you will find it in your newspapers in the morning.  There has been wonderful fighting in Flanders to-day.  The German line has been broken at half a dozen points.  We have taken nearly twenty thousand prisoners, and Zeebrugge is threatened.  Farther south, the Americans have made their start and have won a complete victory over the Crown Prince’s picked troops.”

The two men wrung hands.

“This,” Julian declared, “is the only way to Peace.”