One felt the war more in its streets than in the field, or rather one felt the confusion of war without feeling the purpose.

I dare say it was all right; but since August 1914 I never spent a day in town without coming home depressed to my boots.
I took a taxi and drove straight to the Foreign Office.

Sir Walter did not keep me waiting long.

But when his secretary took me to his room I would not have recognized the man I had known eighteen months before.
His big frame seemed to have dropped flesh and there was a stoop in the square shoulders.

His face had lost its rosiness and was red in patches, like that of a man who gets too little fresh air.