The Dervish: A good result, I concede it.
The Offensive Stranger: In our well-meant effort to lift up the Filipino to our own moral altitude with a musket, we have slipped on the ice and fallen down to his.
The Dervish: A large evil result.
The Offensive Stranger: But as an offset we are a World Power.
The Dervish: Give me time. I must think this one over. Pass on.
The Offensive Stranger: By help of three hundred thousand soldiers and eight hundred million dollars England has succeeded in her good purpose of lifting up the unwilling Boers and making them better and purer and happier than they could ever have become by their own devices.
The Dervish: Certainly that is a good result.
The Offensive Stranger: But there are only eleven Boers left now.
The Dervish: It has the appearance of an evil result. But I will think it over before I decide.
The Offensive Stranger: Take yet one more instance. With the best intentions the missionary has been laboring in China for eighty years.