He wanted Australia, Canada, South Africa, to sever their links from him and take up with America, Germany, Switzerland--anybody so long as they did not interfere with his gigantic scheme for providing tramps in Cromarty with motor cars and dissolute Welsh shepherds with champagne.

As for India, why not give it up to a benign native government which would depend upon the notorious brotherly love between Hindoo and Mussulman?
If Russia, foolish, unawakened Russia, took possession of it, what would it matter to the miner of Merthyr Tydvil?
As for England, provided such a country existed, she would be perfectly happy.

The rich would provide for the poor--and what did anyone want further?
Paul took up the Little Englander in his arms and tossed him in the air, threw him on the ground and jumped upon him.

He cast his mutilated fragments with rare picturesqueness upon a Guy Fawkes bonfire.

The audience applauded vociferously.