He could not for a moment doubt that these gentlemen upon the platform were patriots.

They would prove it more profitably, both to themselves and their country, if they abandoned their present prejudiced and harmful campaign and became patrons of his Society.
Seaman's little bow to the chairman was good-humoured, tolerant, a little wistful.

The Duke's few words, prefaced by an indignant protest against the intrusion of a German propagandist into an English patriotic meeting, did nothing to undo the effect produced by this undesired stranger.

When the meeting broke up, it was doubtful whether a single adherent had been gained to the cause of National Service.

The Duke went home full of wrath, and Seaman chuckled with genuine merriment as he stepped into the taxi which Dominey had secured, at the corner of the street.
"I promised you entertainment," he observed.