"The same evening these first three victims of the war sat and childishly discussed the situation in an untidy room on a bed which n.o.body came to make. Their telegrams were no longer forwarded, their money was worthless, and the German servants in the sanatorium treated them more as prisoners than as patients. It seemed as though their fortune and their greatness had suddenly abandoned them at the first breath of war, like a slender veil torn by the wind from a woman"s shoulders.
"James P. went to interview Dr. von Goteburg, who answered him with ironical politeness, and depicted the pitiable plight of a Germany surrounded and attacked by a world of enemies. If, however, they were willing to leave him the princess"s pearl necklace as security, he would consent to lend them the few marks they needed to cross the frontier.
"Towards midnight I entered the room where this Twilight of the G.o.ds was drawing to an end, and saw an astounding spectacle. The d.u.c.h.ess of Broadfield and Princess Uria.s.sof were attempting to pack their own trunks. Their lack of experience was only too conspicuous. In every corner there lay hats which had been crushed by their clumsy attempts; the badly folded dresses swelled awkwardly and refused with disgraceful obstinacy to allow the Princess to lock her trunks.
Vanquished at last by the stress of events against which she was contending for the first time in her life, she sat down on a portmanteau and burst into tears. The d.u.c.h.ess, who came of a less fatalistic race, was still struggling, aided by James P., with two rebellious valises.
"I went and called Sister Therese, and with her made ready for their departure. Hoping that England would declare war, I informed the professor of my intention to accompany my patients.
"The little Alsatian girl went and asked the German servants to carry the luggage to the station for the last civilian train, which was to leave at six in the morning.
"I don"t mind carrying anything for you, _Schwester_," said the hall porter, "but I won"t do a thing for those dogs of Russians and English."
"The Sister came back and said timidly, "If the doctor and Your Grace don"t mind helping me, we might perhaps take at least some of these things together."
"So Wiesdorf station beheld the extraordinary sight of the d.u.c.h.ess pulling an enormous portmanteau and perspiring freely, and behind her Princess Uria.s.sof, James P., and myself, each pushing a wheelbarrow.
The station was already thronged with soldiers in _Feldgrau_. We were ravenously hungry. I asked the young Alsatian girl to accompany me to the refreshment-room, and she was able, thanks to her nurse"s bonnet, to obtain two pieces of extremely dry bread from the military canteen.
"I found my patients ensconced in a fourth-cla.s.s carriage. Their eyes were shut, they were leaning against the duty wooden back of the seat, and on their faces was a smile of indescribable bliss.
"The Princess greedily seized the piece of bread I handed her, took an enormous bite out of it, and said to the d.u.c.h.ess:
""What nice bread!"
""What nice seats!" replied Her Grace, leaning voluptuously against the hard, greasy boards."
CHAPTER XIV
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
"All the way talking of Russia, which, he says, is a sad place."--Pepys (Sept. 16th, 1664).
For three days our soldiers had been advancing over the devastated plain of the Somme. The crests of the innumerable sh.e.l.l-holes gave the country the appearance of a sort of frozen angry sea. The victors were advancing light-heartedly, as though preceded by invisible drums.
It was just at the time when the German army was swaying and tottering like a spent boxer awaiting the inevitable knock-out.
The Division had suffered heavily. All along the roads they had seen for the second time the sinister spectacle of villagers in flight and furniture-laden carts drawn by bowed women.
General Bramble had looked at the map with painful astonishment. He had been ordered to resist at all costs along the trenches on the green line; but when he reached the green line he had found no trenches; the Chinamen who were to dig them were still at sea somewhere near Suez.
Then, in a corner of a ruined village, they had come across a green felt hat and a fearsome moustache, which turned out rea.s.suringly to belong to a rocking, tottering old man; and the Tommies--who are a primitive and adventurous race--were glad of the protection of this wild old totem of the Frankish tribe.
Then came motor-lorries to take the whole Division to the North, and through all the bustle and disorder they were conscious of a giant hand trying with prudent and skilful movements to rebuild the line.
"What can a general do?" the doctor had asked. "This war is too vast to be affected by human volition. Victory will come through tiny, decisive forces that have been at work since the beginning of the world. Tolstoy"s Kutusoff used to go to sleep in Council--yet he beat Napoleon."
"However vast the scale of circ.u.mstance may be," said the colonel, "a man can change everything. A child cannot push a railway engine; yet he can start it if he opens the right throttle. A man has only to apply his will at the right place, and he will be master of the world. Your determinism is nothing more than a paradox. You build a cage round yourself and then are astonished you are a prisoner."
They were going forward rapidly. Aurelle, mounted on his old white Arab, trotted between the doctor and Colonel Parker.
"Don"t hold your horse in so tightly, Messiou; give him the rein."
"But the road"s full of holes, sir."
"My dear chap, when a man is on a horse, the horse is always the more intelligent of the pair."
He slackened his mare"s rein to pa.s.s by a huge sh.e.l.l-hole, and began to talk of the peace that was at hand.
"The most difficult thing of all," he said, "will be to preserve in our victory the virtues that won it for us. Germany and Russia will do their best to corrupt us. A dishonoured nation always tries to bury its shame under the ruins of the victor"s civilization. It"s the device of Samson; it"s as old as history itself. Rome, surrounded by vanquished and humbled nations, witnessed the lightning speed of Judaic preaching, which was so much like the Bolshevism of our day.
The Russian ghettos of our capitals had their counterpart then in the Syrian dens that swarmed in the large ports; that is where the apostles of mystical communism preached most successfully. And Juvenal and Tacitus, who were gentlemen, had good reason to detest those anarchists, who condemned Roman civilization with the fanatical fury of a Trotsky."
"Yes," said the doctor, "the danger of these prolonged wars is that they end by making the most unusual habits generally acceptable. They require courage; and courage is a dangerous virtue, the mother of revolutions. And it is not easy to accustom a nation of warriors to render due obedience once more to second-rate politicians and profiteers. The oligarchy of _parvenus_ which arose after the Punic wars could not be respected as the Roman senate had been. They possessed neither its hardihood nor its heroic parsimony. Bent only on beautiful slaves, perfumes and luxuries, they sacrificed their nascent influence to their pa.s.sion for pleasure. They did not last long."
"It is quite certain," the colonel continued, "that in order to survive, an aristocracy must be hard upon itself. Moral discipline is indispensable to any cla.s.s that wants to govern. If the industrial middle cla.s.s is to take our place, it will have to be austere and hard. What sealed once and for all the doom of the Roman Senators was the decadent Greek culture of their sons. Those young n.o.blemen affected an elegant dilettantism and toyed pleasantly with cultured demagogy. Caesar in his youth, Aurelle, was rather like one of your comfortable cultured French middle-cla.s.s Socialists. His lifelong dream was to lead a moderate reform party, but he was embittered by the attacks of the Roman patricians. He is a type against whom our Public Schools protect us pretty well. We also have our decadent young lords, but the contempt of their own generation keeps them from doing much harm."
He stopped in order to salute a magpie--for he was very superst.i.tious--pointed with his cane to a tank that lay buried on its back in the sand like a defeated tortoise, and went on:
"Do you think you will have a revolution in France after the war? If you do, I shall be very much surprised. Up till now the remembrance of 1793 has kept us looking with apprehension towards France as the danger-spot of Europe. To-day we realize our mistake.
"1793 made your country more conservative than any other, by giving your peasants the possession of the soil. It will probably be seen some years hence that the Russian Revolution has also had the same effect. The revolution will end when the Red armies return to Moscow and some unemployed Bonapartsky has the Soviets dispersed by his grenadiers. Then the _moujiks_ who have acquired the national property will form the first layer of a respectable liberal bourgeois republic."
"Unless," said Aurelle, "Bonapartsky, having tasted the sweets of victory, sets out to conquer Europe with the help of his trusty grenadiers. Between the Terror and "the respectable republic" there were twenty years of war, sir."
"The most terrible of all revolutions," began the doctor, "will be the English one. In France the intellectual is popular; the tribune of the people is a bearded professor with the kindest of hearts. In England the people"s commissary will be a hard, clean-shaven, silent, cruel man."
"That may be," said the colonel; "but he will find more silent and still harder men up against him. If you think we are going to lie down and submit like the fatalist n.o.bles of Petrograd, you are mistaken."
"You, sir? And why the devil should _you_ defend business men and profiteers whom you are never tired of sending to perdition?"
"I shall not be defending profiteers, but a form of society which I hold to be necessary. The inst.i.tutions which our ancestors have adopted after six thousand years" experience are worth ten times more than the systems of foolish and boastful hotheads. I stand always for what is."
With a sweeping gesture the doctor pointed to the twisted, rusty wire, the shattered walls, the mangled trees and the dense harvest of wooden crosses that rose from the barren soil.
"Allow me," he said, "to express the heartfelt admiration I feel for this venerable civilization of yours, and let me contemplate the fruits of these wise inst.i.tutions which six thousand years have consecrated for you. Six thousand years of war, six thousand years of murder, six thousand years of misery, six thousand years of prost.i.tution; one half of mankind busy asphyxiating the other half; famine in Europe, slavery in Asia, women sold in the streets of Paris or London like matches or boot-laces--there is the glorious achievement of our ancestors. It is well worth dying to defend, I must confess!"
"Yes, doctor," replied Aurelle; "but there are two sides to the question: six thousand years of reform, six thousand years of revolt, six thousand years of science, six thousand years of philosophy----"
"Now don"t you run away with the idea that I"m a revolutionary. As far as I am concerned, the movements of men interest me no more than those of the spiders or the dogs I am so fond of observing. I know that all the speeches in the world will not prevent men from being jealous monkeys always greedy for food, females and bright stones. It is true that they know how to deck out their desires with a somewhat brilliant and delusive ideology, but it is easy for an expert to recognize the instinct beneath the thought. Every doctrine is an autobiography. Every philosophy demands a diagnosis. Tell me the state of your digestion, and I shall tell you the state of your mind."
"Oh, doctor, if that is so, life is not worth living."
"That, my boy, depends entirely upon the liver, as they say."
Young Dundas, who had just reined up level with them, interposed:
"My G.o.d, my G.o.d," he said, "how you chaps do love talking! Why, I once had a discussion myself at Oxford with one of those johnnies in a bowler hat and ready-made tie who go round and make speeches in public squares on Sat.u.r.day afternoons. I had stopped to listen to him on my way back from a bathe. He was cursing the aristocracy, the universities, and the world in general. Well, after about five minutes" talking, I went right up to him and said, "Off with your coat, my friend; let"s go into the matter thoroughly.""