To be compelled with their own hands to destroy their homes and lay waste the lands upon which they have laboured--what could be more cruel ?" "War can never be anything but cruel," he answered gravely.

"God help the people over whose lands it sweeps.

Devastation is often the least of the horrors marching in its train." "Why must war be ?" she asked him, in intelligent rebellion against that most monstrous and infamous of all human madnesses.
O'Moy proceeded to do his best to explain the unexplainable, and since, himself a professional soldier, he could not take the sane view of his sane young questioner, hot argument ensued between them, to the infinite weariness of Lady O'Moy, who out of self-protection gave herself to the study of the latest fashion plates from London and the consideration of a gown for the ball which the Count of Redondo was giving in the following week.
It was thus in all things, for these cousins represented the two poles of womanhood.

Miss Armytage without any of Lady O'Moy's insistent and excessive femininity, was nevertheless feminine to the core.

But hers was the Diana type of womanliness.