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And here we are!... Well, damn it, we're in for it now; we've got to plough through with it with what we have as what we are." The young staff officer nodded. He thought that was "about it." "You've got no sons," said Mr. Britling. "I'm not even married," said Raeburn, as though he thanked God.
"But one of your Ulster papers has openly boasted that arrangements have been made for a 'powerful Continental monarch' to help an Ulster rebellion." "Which paper?" snatched Lady Frensham. Mr. Britling hesitated. Mr. Philbert supplied the name. "I saw it. It was the Irish Churchman." "You two have got your case up very well," said Lady Frensham. "I didn't know Mr. Britling was a party man."
A girl who seemed to know the people well explained to me in whispers what was happening. It was like the opening of a trap-door going down into some pit you have always known was there, but never really believed in." "I know," said Mr. Britling. "I know." "That's just how I feel about this war business. There's no real death over here. It's laid out and boxed up.
The scenery was the traditional scenery of England, and all the people seemed quicker, more irresponsible, more chaotic, than any one could have anticipated, and entirely inexplicable by any recognised code of English relationships.... "You think that John Bull is dead and a strange generation is wearing his clothes," said Mr. Britling. "I think you'll find very soon it's the old John Bull.
Britling returned to the Dower House perplexed and profoundly disturbed. He had a distressful sense that things were far more serious with Teddy than he had tried to persuade Letty they were; that "wounded and missing" meant indeed a man abandoned to very sinister probabilities. He was distressed for Teddy, and still more acutely distressed for Mrs.
Britling had been lunching on a battleship and looking over its intricate machinery.
He moved restlessly and badly; his nerves were manifestly unstrung. "It's intolerable that one should be subjected to this ghastly suspense. The boy isn't three hundred miles away." Mr. Direck made obvious inquiries. "Always before he's written generally once a fortnight." They talked of Hugh for a time, but Mr. Britling was fitful and irritable and quite prepared to hold Mr.
He is if Herr Heinrich will permit me to agree with his own German comic papers sometimes a little theatrical, sometimes a little egotistical, but in his operatic, boldly coloured way he means peace. I am convinced he means peace...." Section 2 After lunch Mr. Britling had a brilliant idea for the ease and comfort of Mr. Direck. It seemed as though Mr.
Britling presently called her "Lady Homartyn." She took Mr. Direck and sat him down beside a lady whose name he didn't catch, but who had had a lot to do with the British Embassy at Washington, and then she handed Mr. Britling over to the Rt. Honble. George Philbert, who was anxious to discuss certain points in the latest book of essays.
"Who lets these things happen!" She raised herself on her arm and thrust her argument at him with her hand. "Who kills my Teddy and your Hugh and millions." "No," said Mr. Britling. "But he must let these things happen. Or why do they happen?" "No," said Mr. Britling. "It is the theologians who must answer that. They have been extravagant about God.
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