"What do the fools know about it?
I suppose the _Daily Mail_ will scream, but, thank God, this country has not quite gone to the dogs yet.

The people, indeed! The mass of the country is solid for sense and business, and trusts the Government.

Of course, the Tory press will make the whole question a party lever if it can, but it can't.

What! Are we going to be pushed into war by a mob and a few journalists?
Why, Labour even will be dead against it.

Come, Graham, you ought to know something about that.
More in your line than mine--don't you think so ?" "You really ought not to let the maids talk so," said Mrs.Lessing gently.
Peter glanced at her with a curiously hopeless feeling, and looked slowly round the room until his eyes rested on Mr.Lessing's portrait over the mantelshelf, presented by the congregation of St.John's on some occasion two years before.