THE DRAMA OF 365 DAYS
sight and memory. I have heard a Cabinet Minister say that, as he listened to Redmond's speech, he was surprised at the silence with which it was received. "Why isn't the House cheering?" he had asked himself. But all at once he had felt his eyes swimming and his throat tightening, and then he had understood.
THE NIGHT OF OUR ULTIMATUM
Our nation knew everything now, and had
made her choice, yet the twelve hours' interval
between noon and midnight of August 4 were
perhaps the gravest moments in her modern
history. I am tempted, not without some misgivings,
but with the confidence of a good intention,
to trespass so far on personal information
as to lift the curtain on a private scene in the
tremendous tragic drama.
The place is a room in the Prime Minister's house in Downing Street. The Prime Minister himself and three of the principal members of his Cabinet are waiting there for the reply to the ultimatum which they sent to Germany at noon. The time for the reply expires at midnight. It is approaching eleven o'clock. In spite of her "infamous proposal," the Ministers cannot even yet allow themselves to believe that Germany will break her pledged word. She would be so
