Jeremy’s lip protruded obstinately. “Is that the view you take of it? We’ll do more to-morrow.”
“For God’s sake, Jem! What has got into you? How can you commit yourself to such a policy of savagery?”
“This is n’t going to be a polite war, Martin. But if I’m a savage, at least I’ll be an American savage; not a German savage. That’s all we’re committed to in The Guardian.”
“That’s too much. It is n’t the time for it.”
“Not when every national right has been violated?”
“Forget your newspaper rhetoric and listen to common sense. Jem, will you be discreet for once in your editorial life?”
“I doubt it.”
“This is deadly serious. Listen: Congress is going to hear from the country. Appeals are going to be made—”
“Which country?” asked Jeremy with intent.
“Try to be reasonable about this,” pleaded his friend. “These appeals are going to pour in on Washington, to stop while there’s time.”