cause.  Also there was not a great national past to be forgotten as there is in this case.”

“There are many factors, certainly, that are against us,” conceded the statesman, “but you must also take into account those that will help us.  In most cases in recent history where the conquered have stood out against all attempts at assimilation, there has been a religious difference to add to the racial one—take Poland, for instance, and the Catholic parts of Ireland.  If the Bretons ever seriously begin to assert their nationality as against the French, it will be because they have remained more Catholic in practice and sentiment than their neighbours.  Here there is no such complication; we are in the bulk a Protestant nation with a Catholic minority, and the same may be said of the British.  Then in modern days there is the alchemy of Sport and the Drama to bring men of different races amicably together.  One or two sportsmanlike Germans in a London football team will do more to break down racial antagonism than anything that Governments or Councils can effect.  As for the Stage, it has long been international in its tendencies.  You can see that every day.”

The banker nodded his head.

“London is not our greatest difficulty,” continued von Kwarl.  “You must remember the steady influx of Germans since the war; whole districts are changing the complexion of their inhabitants, and in some streets you might almost fancy yourself in a German town.  We can scarcely hope to make much impression on the country districts and the provincial towns at present, but you must remember that thousands and thousands of the more virile and restless-souled men have emigrated, and thousands more will follow their example.  We shall fill up their places with our own surplus population, as the Teuton races colonised England in the old pre-Christian days.  That is better, is it not, to people the fat meadows of the Thames valley and the healthy downs and uplands of Sussex and Berkshire than to go hunting for elbow-room among the flies and fevers of the tropics?  We have somewhere to go to, now, better than the scrub and the veldt and the thorn-jungles.”

“Of course, of course,” assented Herr Rebinok, “but while this desirable process of infiltration and assimilation goes on, how are you going to provide against the hostility of the conquered nation?  A people with a great tradition behind them and the ruling instinct strongly developed, won’t sit with their eyes closed and their hands folded while you carry on the process of Germanisation.  What will keep them quiet?”

“The hopelessness of the situation.  For centuries Britain has ruled the seas, and been able to dictate to half the world in consequence; then she let slip the mastery of the seas, as something too costly and onerous to keep up, something which aroused too much jealousy and uneasiness in others, and now the seas rule her.  Every wave that breaks on her shore rattles the keys of her prison.  I am no fire-eater, Herr Rebinok, but I confess that when I am at Dover, say, or Southampton, and see those dark blots on the sea and those grey specks in the sky, our battleships and cruisers and aircraft, and realise what they mean to us my heart beats just a little quicker.  If every German was flung out of England to-morrow, in three weeks’ time we should be coming in again on our own terms.  With our sea scouts and air scouts spread in organised network around, not a shipload of foodstuff could reach the country.  They know that; they can calculate how many days of independence and starvation they could endure, and they will make no attempt to bring about such a certain fiasco.  Brave men fight for a forlorn hope, but the bravest do not fight for an issue they know to be hopeless.”

“That is so,” said Herr Rebinok, “as things are at present they can do nothing from within, absolutely nothing.  We have weighed all that beforehand.  But, as the Germania points out, there is another Britain beyond the seas.  Supposing the Court at Delhi were to engineer a league—”

“A league?  A league with whom?” interrupted the statesman.  “Russia we can watch and hold.  We are rather nearer to its western frontier than Delhi is, and we could throttle its Baltic trade at five hours’ notice.  France and Holland are not inclined to provoke our hostility; they would have everything to lose by such a course.”

“There are other forces in the world that might be arrayed against us,” argued the banker; “the United States, Japan, Italy, they all have navies.”

“Does the teaching of history show you that it is the strong Power, armed and ready, that has to suffer from the hostility of the world?” asked von Kwarl.  “As far as sentiment goes, perhaps, but not in practice.  The danger has always been for the weak, dismembered nation.  Think you a moment, has the enfeebled scattered British Empire overseas no undefended territories that are a temptation to her neighbours?  Has Japan nothing to glean where we have harvested?  Are there no North American possessions which might slip into other keeping?  Has Russia herself no traditional temptations beyond the Oxus?  Mind you, we are not making the mistake Napoleon made, when he forced all Europe to be for him or against him.  We threaten no world aggressions, we are satiated where he was insatiable.  We have cast down one overshadowing Power from the face of the world, because it stood in our way, but we have made no attempt to spread our branches over all the space that it covered.  We have not tried to set up a tributary Canadian republic or to partition South Africa; we have dreamed no dream of making ourselves Lords of Hindostan.  On the contrary, we have given proof of our friendly intentions towards our neighbours.  We backed France up the other day in her squabble with Spain over the Moroccan boundaries, and proclaimed our opinion that the Republic had as indisputable a mission on the North Africa coast as we have in the North Sea.  That is not the action or the language of aggression.  No,” continued von Kwarl, after a moment’s silence, “the world may fear us and dislike us, but, for the present at any rate, there will be no leagues against us.  No, there is one rock on which our attempt at assimilation will founder or find firm anchorage.”

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