“Ha! Ha!” laughed Clariss, with her deep laugh. “We'd all Bolsh together. I'd give the cheers.”
“I wouldn't mind getting killed. I'd love it, in a real fight,” said Josephine.
“But, Josephine,” said Robert, “don't you think we've had enough of that sort of thing in the war? Don't you think it all works out rather stupid and unsatisfying?”
“Ah, but a civil war would be different. I've no interest in fighting Germans. But a civil war would be different.”
“That's a fact, it would,” said Jim.
“Only rather worse,” said Robert.
“No, I don't agree,” cried Josephine. “You'd feel you were doing something, in a civil war.”
“Pulling the house down,” said Lilly.
“Yes,” she cried. “Don't you hate it, the house we live in—London—England—America! Don't you hate them?”
“I don't like them. But I can't get much fire in my hatred. They pall on me rather,” said Lilly.