That is what I am here to say.

We shall go to war with you, Monsieur Douaille, to get Calais, and when we've got Calais--oh, my God!" Selingman almost reverently concluded, "then our solemn task will be begun." "England!" Monsieur Douaille murmured.
There was a brief pause.

Selingman had seemed, for a moment, to have passed into the clouds.

There was a sort of gloomy rapture upon his face.

He caught up Douaille's last word and repeated it.
"England! England, and through her...." He moved to the sideboard and filled his tumbler with wine.