They walked a dozen paces.

"And even then she might refuse," he said.
"Whose fault would that be ?" demanded the older man.
Peter answered quickly, "Whose fault?
Why, all our faults--yours and mine, and the fault of men like Pennell and Donovan, as well as her own, too, as like as not.

We've all helped build up the scheme of things as they are, and we are all responsible.

We curse the Germans for making this damned war, and it is the war that has done most to make that girl; but they didn't make it.

No Kaiser made it, and no Nietzsche.