"That is no reason against it."
"But why stir people up?"
"Look here, my little girl, you think as I do about this, do you not?"
"Yes, Papa, I suppose so...."
"You only suppose?... Come now, you detest the war, as I do, and wish it were over; everything that I wrote there I have said to you, and you agreed...."
"Yes, Papa."
"Then you think I am right?"
"Yes, Papa." She put her arms around his neck, "but we don't have to write everything that we think."
Clerambault, much depressed, tried to explain what seemed so evident to him. Rosine listened, and answered quietly, but it was clear that she did not understand. When he had finished, she kissed him again and said:
"I have told you what I think, Papa, but it is not for me to judge. You know much better than I."
With that she went into her room, smiling at her father, and not in the least suspecting that she had just taken away from him his greatest su
