"It's a question, you see, of the point of view," observed Mark, who had sauntered to where they stood.
"It's a question of truth and falsehood," retorted Leonard a little stiffly, and not best pleased with the interruption of the tête-à-tête.
"Do you know the truth?"
"God is truth."
"A truly theological elucidation," said Mark.
"What do you say, Cousin Natalie?" asked Leonard wistfully.
She had been gazing across the plain at the towers of Ladenburg, gleaming in the glow of the setting sun. "Can anybody say?" she answered. "Look at the plain," she added, stretching forth her hand, "these battered walls, the city at our feet. How often have they been scorched by fire and soaked in blood; and always in the cause of that truth which so many said was false!"
"Rather, because of the schemes of ambitious men," said Leonard.
"The pretext was always religion. Priests always the instigators of the wars," said Mark.
"Priests, yes, I grant you——"