“‘Because God’s in his Heaven,’” whispered Nan, but the count heard her.
“Yes, but whose God?”
“The God of Justice and of Right.”
“How about the God of Might?”
“There is no such God,” and this time Douglas’s eyes did some flashing.
“I believe the United States will intervene before so very long,” said Mr. Carter as he and the count strolled out on the veranda to enjoy their cigars. The older man was enjoying his talk with this young foreigner. He looked forward with pleasure to seeing much of him, since Weston was only about three miles from the farm. They made plans to do some shooting together, as the open season was only a week off.
When de Lestis learned that Mr. Carter was an architect he asked him to visit him at his earliest convenience at Weston to advise with him concerning the restoration of the old house to its original grandeur.
“I’m not supposed to be doing any work for at least a year,” sighed Mr. Carter, “but I might look it over and tell you what I think and then recommend a suitable architect to take it in hand.”
Douglas and Helen had a talk with Miss Louise on the subject of a country girl to come to them as maid of all work.