Carfax.
Perhaps that is——
Lord Burnley.
Hush!
Sir Robert.
[Taking up receiver and listening.] Denham again?
—well?—No interruption?—Continental wires kept
clear all evening?—Continue to stand by—Ring up
again the moment you hear anything.
[Again Sir Robert puts up the receiver. The voices of the men drop to hushed whispers.
Dundas.
What time now?
Carfax.
[Watch in hand.] Five minutes to eleven.
Lord Burnley.
[With same fixed gaze.] I seem to hear the tramp of
twenty millions of men.
Hallam.
Yes, and the scream of shell and the roar of cannon.
Lord Burnley.
[As before.] I see villages and cities given up to the
flames—cathedrals devastated—harvests trodden into
the earth—only sons falling in battle—the world
bleeding to death—women and children slaughtered—
whole nations homeless, houseless, on the roads.
Dundas.
Terrible! Terrible!
