War, of course, was terrible.

And such a war as this would have been too terrible for the imagination to visualise; but to the priest's mind there were other things even worse.

What of universal peace--peace, that is to say, established by others than Christ's method?
Or was God behind even this?
The questions were hopeless.
Felsenburgh--it was he then who had done this thing--this thing undoubtedly greater than any secular event hitherto known in civilisation.

What manner of man was he?
What was his character, his motive, his method?
How would he use his success ?...

So the points flew before him like a stream of sparks, each, it might be, harmless; each, equally, capable of setting a world on fire.