"They don't make much of it," Napier said.
"Naturally," Miss Greta excused them. "They are full of their own difficulty."
"What do you call their own difficulty?" Napier asked, as he paused to turn the paper.
"Why, Ireland," she answered promptly.
Napier found himself looking at her.
"There are some sane people even in Ireland," Sir William threw out over the top of his paper. "But this—this Austrian madness. No warning, no parley; a pistol to Servia's head!"
Julian's voice over-topped Sir William's. "It amounts to the abject humiliation of Servia—or war."
"Servia will accept Austria's terms," said Miss Greta, quietly.
"Never!" Julian shouted. "All the chancelleries of Europe will join in protest."
Sir William paused in his trot up and down that end of the hall. "If Russia goes in, Germany can't stay out. This time to-morrow Europe may be ablaze."