Sir Robert.
Ten—let us say ten.
Dundas.
[Nodding.] Yes, ten.
Sir Robert.
Our great offensive is timed to begin at six. It
cannot last long—two hours, I am told, at the outside. Within two hours the enemy may have something to say to us.
Hallam.
Another proposal of peace?
Sir Robert.
Probably. Their forces are morally and physically
bankrupt. They cannot last much longer.
Dundas.
Thank God for that!—for anything that will end
this horror. Flesh and blood cannot bear much more
of it. Either the war must stop or humanity will be
wiped off the face of this planet.
Sir Robert.
Let there be no temporizing with evil though—no
parleying with a Government whose word cannot be
taken.
Others.
Quite so!
Sir Robert.
The ruthless Powers that swept whole continents
into this maelstrom of blood must themselves be
swept away.
