He drew out a cigarette from a thin gold case, lit it and began to smoke.

Then he crossed his legs and leaned a little farther back in his chair.
"Nigel," he said, "we are living in strange times." "No one denies that, sir," was the grave assent.
Lord Dorminster glanced at the calendar which stood upon the desk.
"To-day," he continued, "is the twenty-third day of March, nineteen hundred and thirty-four.

Fifteen years ago that terrible Peace Treaty was signed.

Since then you know what the history of our country has been.

I am not blowing my own trumpet when I say that nearly every man with true political insight has been cast adrift.