Mabel sat up briskly.
“Isn’t that very hopeful?”
“I suppose so. There’s no doubt that the Sufis are winning; but for how long is another question. Besides, the troops don’t disperse.”
“And Europe?”
“Europe is arming as fast as possible. I hear we are to meet the Powers next week at Paris. I must go.”
“Your arm, my dear?”
“My arm must get well. It will have to go with me, anyhow.”
“Tell me some more.”
“There is no more. But it is just as certain as it can be that this is the crisis. If the East can be persuaded to hold its hand now, it will never be likely to raise it again. It will mean free trade all over the world, I suppose, and all that kind of thing. But if not—-”
“Well?”