generous tolerance, an amplitude of ideas that embraced all mankind. The
day before he had met at the administration office a Reservist who was
just leaving to join his regiment. At a glance he saw that this man was
a priest.

"I am a carpenter," he had said to him, by way of introduction, "and
you, comrade, are working in the churches?"

He employed this figure of speech in order that the priest might not
suspect him of anything offensive. The two had clasped hands.

"I do not take much stock in the clerical cowl," Robert explained
to Desnoyers. "For some time I have not been on friendly terms with
religion. But in every walk of life there must be good people, and the
good people ought to understand each other in a crisis like this. Don't
you think so, Boss?"

The war coincided with his socialistic tendencies. Before this,
when speaking of future revolution, he had felt a malign pleasure in
imagining all the rich deprived of their fortunes and having to work in
order to exist. Now he was equally enthusiastic at the thought that all
Frenchmen would share the same fate without class distinction.

"All with knapsacks on their backs and eating at mess."

And he was even extending this military sobriety to those who remained
behind the army. War was going to cause great scarcity of provisions,
and all would have to come down to very plain fare.

"You, too, Boss, who are too old to go to war--you, with all your