They were met, and spoken to apparently as cordially as if their friendship had been indisputable.
"Did you ever see anything to beat it?
Why not kick 'em into the sea?
Either that woman's a crook or she isn't.

If she isn't, then the British have treated her shamefully, turning their backs on her.

But we know she is a crook! And so do they.

The Germans know it, too, and they're flaunting her under official British noses! They're using her to start something the British won't like, and the British know it! Yet she's going to be allowed to travel to British territory on a British ship, and the Heinies are shaken hands with! If you complained to Monty I bet he'd say, 'Don't talk fight unless you mean fight!'" "Monty might also add, 'Don't talk-fight!'" said I.
"Oh, rot!" Will answered.

"British individuals may bridle a bit, but their government'll shut its eyes until too late, whatever happens! You mark my words!" We strolled back toward our party in great discontent, I as much as he, never supposing there was another country in the world that could so deliberately shut its eyes to dog's work until absolutely forced to interfere, by a hair not quite too late.
Coutlass and Hassan traveled second-class--the Arab and half-Arab contingent third--and none of them troubled us, at present, except that Will swore at sight of Coutlass swaggering as if the ship and her contents were all his.
"To hear him brag you'd believe the British government afraid of him!" he grumbled.
But an immediate problem drove Coutlass out of mind.