He will, too.
Good cigar this, Lorne! Where'd you get it ?" "They are Indian cheroots--'Planters,' they call 'em--made in Madras.
I got some through a man named Hesketh, who has friends out there, at a price you wouldn't believe for as decent a smoke.

You can't buy 'em in London; but you will all right, and here, too, as soon as we've got the sense to favour British-grown tobacco." "Lorne appreciates his family better than he did before," remarked his youngest sister, "because we're British grown." "You were saying you noticed two things specially in the way ?" said his father.
"Oh, the other's of course the awful poverty--the twelve millions that haven't got enough to do with.

I expect it's an outside figure and it covers all sorts of qualifying circumstances; but it's the one the Free Fooders quote, and it's the one Wallingham will have to handle.

They've muddled along until they've GOT twelve million people in that condition, and now they have to carry on with the handicap.

We ask them to put a tax on foreign food to develop our wheat areas and cattle ranges.
We say, 'Give us a chance and we'll feed you and take your surplus population.' What is to be done with the twelve million while we are growing the wheat?
The colonies offer to create prosperity for everybody concerned at a certain outlay--we've got the raw materials--and they can't afford the investment because of the twelve millions, and what may happen meanwhile.