him most directly to Mrs. Bellamy . . . . Then we went home.
After dinner that evening Mr. Lingnam rose stiffly in his place to make a few remarks on the Federation of the Empire on the lines of Co-ordinated, Offensive Operations, backed by the Entire Effective Forces, Moral, Military and Fiscal, of Permanently Mobilised Communities, the whole brought to bear, without any respect to the merits of any casus belli instantaneously, automatically, and remorselessly at the first faint buzz of war.
'The trouble with Us,' said he, 'is that We take such an infernally long time making sure that We are right that We don't go ahead when things happen. For instance, I ought to have gone ahead instead of pulling up when I hit that bicycle.'
'But you were in the wrong, Lingnam, when you turned to the right,' I put in.
'I don't want to hear any more of your damned, detached, mugwumping excuses for the other fellow,' he snapped.
'Now you're beginning to see things,' said Penfentenyou. 'I hope you won't backslide when the swellings go down.'
