It was the woman’s feebleness that irritated her. If only she had shown a spark of fight, Joan could have been firm. Poor feckless creature, what could have ever been her attraction for Phillips! “I’m afraid you don’t like him,” Joan commented.!

“Oh, just a Christian gentleman,” she answered. “You will love him when you know him.” “You can ask that,” he said: “you, a soldier? Does the soldier say: ‘I am of no use. I am but a poor man of no account. Who has need of such as I?’ God has need of all. There is none that shall not help to win the victory. It is with his life the soldier serves. Who were they whose teaching moved the world more than it has ever yet been moved by the teaching of the wisest? They were men of little knowledge, of but little learning, poor and lowly. It was with their lives they taught.”

“But we must succeed to be of use,” urged Mary. “Must God’s servants always remain powerless?” “And if he can’t?” suggested Joan. “What about the other people irritating us?” suggested Joan.