"If Austria's Note to Serbia is—what the Kaiser would like it to be—you may take it we're on the giddy verge of a General All-Round Scrap."
"You mean—a war?"
"I mean the War that'll dwarf all others by comparison. The War of Nations, that the prophet wrote of in Revelations. Armageddon.... The Last Battle. The Big Bust Up that comes before the end."
"Darling old boy, what rot!"
"Rot if you like. You wait and see what happens. D'you pipe me tipping you the gag Asquithian?" He grinned at the idea.
"Franky, you've set me asking myself something."
"Why you've married an idiot? ... Is that it?" He turned upon her a rueful face from which the grin had been wiped away.
Margot said, as the car turned smoothly into Short Street and stopped before the Club portico:
"No, but—How is it you know—all the things you know, when I've always known you knew nothing about anything?"
He shook his head.