No, father, we are losing; and we shall go on losing, and I think we must even be ready for a catastrophe at any moment." "But---" began Percy.
"You think that weak for an old man on the edge of the grave.

Well, it is what I think.

I see no hope.

In fact, it seems to me that even now something may come on us quickly.

No; I see no hope until---" Percy looked up sharply.
"Until our Lord comes back," said the old statesman.
Father Francis sighed once more, and there fell a silence.
* * * * * "And the fall of the Universities ?" said Percy at last.
"My dear father, it was exactly like the fall of the Monasteries under Henry VIII--the same results, the same arguments, the same incidents.
They were the strongholds of Individualism, as the Monasteries were the strongholds of Papalism; and they were regarded with the same kind of awe and envy.