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When Mr. Britling, after a strenuous morning among high ideals, descended for lunch, he found Mr. Lawrence Carmine had come over to join him at that meal. Mr. Carmine was standing in the hall with his legs very wide apart reading The Times for the fourth time. "I can do no work," he said, turning round. "I can't fix my mind. I suppose we are going to war. I'd got so used to the war with Germany that I never imagined it would happen. Gods! what a bore it will be. And Maxse and all those scaremongers cock-a-hoop and ‘I told you so. ' Damn these Germans!"
He looked despondent and worried. He followed Mr. Britling towards the dining-room with his hands deep in his pockets.