"We've nothing left." "We have our country." "Our country isn't our only son," said the other dully.
"No.

She's our mother," said Sir Anthony.
"Isn't that a kind of abstraction ?" "Abstraction!" cried Sir Anthony, indignantly.

"You must be imbibing the notions of that poisonous beast Gedge." Gedge was a smug, socialistic, pacifist builder who did not hold with war--and with this one least of all, which he maintained was being waged for the exclusive benefit of the capitalist classes.

In the eyes of the stalwarts of Wellingsford, he was a horrible fellow, capable of any stratagem or treason.
Perkins flushed.

"I've always voted conservative, like my father before me, Sir Anthony, and like yourself I've given my boy to my country.
I've no dealings with unpatriotic people like Gedge, as you know very well." "Of course I do," cried Sir Anthony.