Yesterday he looked wild and worried.

He was at work with others, they say, at the Admiralty upon some new invention.

Poor fellow!" Norgate, conscious of a curious callousness which even he himself found inexplicable, made some conventional reply only.

Selingman began to talk of other matters.
"Truly," he observed, "a visit to your country is good for the patriotic German.

Behold! here in London, we are welcomed by a German _maitre d'hotel_; we are waited on by a German waiter; we drink German wine; we eat off what I very well know is German crockery." "And some day, I suppose," Norgate put in, "we are to be German subjects.
Isn't that so ?" Selingman's denial was almost unduly emphatic.
"Never!" he exclaimed.