You may talk as much as you like about the friendliness between the Englishman and the American.

It is simply a case of two masters who are determined that their dogs shall be friendly.

Let the masters drop out of sight for a moment, and you will find the dogs at each other's throat.

And the masters?
The dollar on this side and the sovereign on the other.

There is a good deal of friendship these days that is based upon three and a half per cent.
Get into politics, my boy." "Bah! I'd look nice running for mayor, wouldn't I?
The newspapers would howl calamity, and the demagogues would preach that I would soon impose English wages in the shops, and all that tommyrot.