"Are we downhearted ?" answered by a thunderous "No!" Then again silence, and turning down of the lights, and the steady work! work! work! "Have you a bed here ?" said Kitchener when he entered the War Office.
"Never heard of such a thing here," was the response.
"Get one," said Kitchener; "I have no time for clubs and hotels." Not only Kitchener but the whole staff camped down in the office, working days, nights, and Sundays, until Lady -- -- turned over her house nearby to Kitchener and his staff.
"Where is -- -- ?" I asked of his next-door neighbor.

The response was, "Oh, he is at the War Office, and gets a Sunday home with his family about once in six weeks." That family was not fifteen miles from London.
When a citizen has been suddenly notified that where he could formerly get a train for home every fifteen minutes, the railroad has been taken for military service, and he must get his supper in town, there is not the slightest word of complaint.

He only wishes he could contribute more to the Empire.
I spoke with Lord K., of B---- & Co., concerning the loss of his eldest son, as I had known Lord K.for many years.

The manner, the gesture, the speech, in response, were all one, and brief; just an indication of sacrifice that had to be made for the Empire; and that sacrifice had only just begun; deaths in the family just honorable incidents in the life of the Empire.
You see crutches and broken heads in London, but you will see no mourning.
"Yes," said Lord C.to me, "the average income tax in England is now doubled until it is one eighth, or about 12 1/2 per cent, but my friends in the banking world have to pay an increasing supertax.

I know many who must now give one quarter of their income to the government.