To Oliver and his wife, then, the last century seemed like a revelation; little by little the old superstitions had died, and the new light broadened; the Spirit of the World had roused Himself, the sun had dawned in the west; and now with horror and loathing they had seen the clouds gather once more in the quarter whence all superstition had had its birth.
* * * * * Mabel got up presently and came across to her husband.
"My dear," she said, "you must not be downhearted.

It all may pass as it passed before.

It is a great thing that they are listening to America at all.

And this Mr.Felsenburgh seems to be on the right side." Oliver took her hand and kissed it.
II Oliver seemed altogether depressed at breakfast, half an hour later.

His mother, an old lady of nearly eighty, who never appeared till noon, seemed to see it at once, for after a look or two at him and a word, she subsided into silence behind her plate.
It was a pleasant little room in which they sat, immediately behind Oliver's own, and was furnished, according to universal custom, in light green.