"There was never any chance of it, father. He believes that war is the will of God, and he does not hesitate to say so."
"Would he have us to believe that typhoid fever is the will of God—or smallpox? We are stamping those out. Why not the greater plague?"
Gabrielle sighed.
"I wish you had been there to argue with him, father. A girl is at such a disadvantage."
"Naturally, with such a man. I don't suppose John Faber ever knew one really human weakness since he was a child. Did he say anything about me, by the way?"
"He mentioned you several times. I told him about the call to Yonkers."
The minister's eyes sparkled.
"That is a subject I would gladly take his advice upon. What did he say about it?"
"Very little, I think."
"Was it favourable to my going?"