They talk to me about it.
"What would you do ?" "Send 'em all to the United States," say I.
"No, no." They have had the Irish question three hundred years and they wouldn't be happy without it.

One old Tory talked me deaf abusing the Liberal Government.
"You do this way in the United States--hate one another, don't you ?" "No," said I, "we live like angels in perfect harmony except a few weeks before election." "The devil you do! You don't hate one another?
What do you do for enemies?
I couldn't get along without enemies to swear at." If you think it's all play, you fool yourself; I mean this job.
There's no end of the work.

It consists of these parts: Receiving people for two hours every day, some on some sort of business, some merely "to pay respects," attending to a large (and exceedingly miscellaneous) mail; going to the Foreign Office on all sorts of errands; looking up the oddest assortment of information that you ever heard of; making reports to Washington on all sorts of things; then the so-called social duties--giving dinners, receptions, etc., and attending them.

I hear the most important news I get at so-called social functions.

Then the court functions; and the meetings and speeches! The American Ambassador must go all over England and explain every American thing.