This is a sample of the noble American end of the story.
These are the saving class of people to whom life becomes a bore unless they can help somebody.

There's just such a fellow in Brussels--you may have heard of him, for his name is Whitlock.
Stories of his showing himself a man come out of that closed-up city every week.

To a really big man, it doesn't matter whether his post is a little post, or a big post but, if I were President, I'd give Whitlock a big post.

There's another fellow somewhere in Germany--a consul--of whom I never heard till the other day.

But people have taken to coming in my office--English ladies--who wish to thank "you and your great government" for the courage and courtesy of this consul[69].