They hadn't guns enough, or something; and Englishmen aren't good conspirators, not by a damned sight! Now it'll be the old Majuba game all over again.

You'll see." "It certainly will set things back.

Your last state will be worse than your first," remarked Stafford.
Rudyard Byng drained off a glass of brandy and water at a gulp almost, as Stafford watched him with inward adverse comment, for he never touched wine or spirits save at meal-time, and the between-meal swizzle revolted his aesthetic sense.

Byng put down the glass very slowly, gazing straight before him for a moment without speaking.

Then he looked round.