Then she checked herself.

'Of course I like Sir William very much.

But then _I_ don't see why he shouldn't have motor-cars or any other nice thing he wants.' 'That's because--you don't think enough--you never think enough--about the war!' said Nelly, insistently.
Bridget's look darkened.
'I would stop the war to-morrow--I would make peace to-morrow--if I could--you know I would.

It will destroy us all--ruin us all.

It's sheer, stark lunacy.