You see the horrors and the needlessness, the logical side of war, and you brush the thought away from you." Mr.Hebblethwaite sighed.
"Perhaps so," he admitted.

"One can only act according to one's convictions.

You must remember, though, Norgate, that we don't carry our pacificism to extremes.

Our navy is and always will be an irresistible defence." "Even with hostile naval and aeroplane bases at--say--Calais, Boulogne, Dieppe, Ostend ?" Mr.Hebblethwaite pushed a box of cigars towards his guest, glanced at the clock, and rose.
"Young fellow," he said, "I have engaged a box at the Empire.

Let us move on.".