We're in it, and we've got to get out of it, not like cowards but like Englishmen, and if fighting had been the only way through, then I should have been for fighting to the last gasp.
Fortunately, we've got into touch with the sensible folk on the other side.

If we hadn't--well, I'll say no more but that I've got two boys fighting and one buried at Ypres, and I've another, though he's over young, doing his drill." "Mr.Cross," Julian said, "you've done me more good than any one I've talked to since the war began." "That's right, lad," Cross replied.

"You get straight words from one; and not only that, you get the words of another million behind me, who feel as I do.

But," he added, glancing across the room and lowering his voice, "keep your eye on that artful devil, Fenn.

He doesn't bear you any particular good will." "He wasn't exactly a hospitable gaoler," Julian reminiscently observed.
"I'm not speaking of that only," Cross went on.