manner stood in terrible contrast to the hysterical outburst of the soldier.
"I can see you are a philosopher . . . a femme savant," mocked the stranger.
"You might choose a better time to jeer."
The man coughed. "Forgive me. . . . I am sorry. . . . I was wrong. If you were a femme savant, I would not be talking to you like this. . . . You are a woman . . . a beautiful woman. One cannot help talking to you."
"I am only'a woman living by what she believes. That is simple enough."
"It requires courage, Madame . . . and indifference, far more of both than I have." He coughed again, nervously. "Perhaps I am too rational. . . . Perhaps I do not think resistance worth the trouble . . . especially now, at a time when the mob . . . the politicians rule absolutely."
"You are one of the chances," Lily repeated stubbornly.
