I tell you, that answer shall go to Pakenham.

And I tell you, Pakenham shall not _dare_ take offense at me.

War with Mexico we possibly, indeed certainly, shall have.

War on the Northwest, too, we yet may have unless--" He paused; and Doctor Ward prompted him some moments later, as he still remained in thought.
"Unless what, John?
What do you mean--still hearing the rustle of skirts ?" "Yes!--unless the celebrated Baroness Helena von Ritz says otherwise!" replied he grimly.
"How dignified a diplomacy have we here! You plan war between two embassies on the distaff side!" smiled Doctor Ward.
Calhoun continued his walk.

"I do not say so," he made answer; "but, if there must be war, we may reflect that war is at its best when woman _is_ in the field!".