The pages of the Almanac de Gotha fluttered through his fingers, and finally he leaned forward and studied a paragraph of it closely.  When he raised his eyes again there was that in them which Mr. Grimm had never seen before—­a settled, darkening shadow.

“The world-war has long been a chimera, Mr. Grimm,” he remarked at last, “but now—­now!  Think of it!  Of course, the Central and South American countries, taken separately, are inconsequential, and that is true, too, of the Latin countries of Europe, except France, but taken in combination, under one directing mind, the allied navies would be—­would be formidable, at least.  Backed by the moral support of Germany, and perhaps Japan—!  Don’t you see?  Don’t you see?”

He lapsed into silence.  Mr. Grimm opened his lips to ask a question:  Mr. Campbell anticipated it unerringly: 

“The purpose of such an alliance?  It is not too much to construe it into the first step toward a world-war—­a war of reprisal and conquest beside which the other great wars of the world would seem trivial.  For the fact has at last come home to the nations of the world that ultimately the English-speaking peoples will dominate it—­dominate it, because they are the practical peoples.  They have given to the world all its great practical inventions—­the railroad, the steamship, electricity, the telegraph and cable—­all of them; they are the great civilizing forces, rounding the world up to new moral understanding, for what England has done in Africa and India we have done in a smaller way in the Philippines and Cuba and Porto Rico; they are the great commercial peoples, slowly but surely winning the market-places of the earth; wherever the English or the American flag is planted there the English tongue is being spoken, and there the peoples are being taught the sanity of right living and square dealing.

“It requires no great effort of the imagination, Mr. Grimm, to foresee that day when the traditional power of Paris, and Berlin, and St. Petersburg, and Madrid will be honey-combed by the steady encroachment of our methods.  This alliance would indicate that already that day has been foreseen; that there is now a resentment which is about to find expression in one great, desperate struggle for world supremacy.  A few hundred years ago Italy—­or Rome—­was stripped of her power; only recently the United States dispelled the illusion that Spain was anything but a shell; and France—!  One can’t help but wonder if the power she boasts is not principally on paper.  But if their forces are combined?  Do you see?  It would be an enormous power to reckon with, with a hundred bases of supplies right at our doors.”

He rose suddenly and walked over to the window, where he stood for a moment, staring out with unseeing eyes.

“Given a yard of canvas, Mr. Grimm,” he went on finally, “a Spanish boy will waste it, a French boy will paint a picture on it, an English boy will built a sail-boat, and an American boy will erect a tent.  That fully illustrates the difference in the races.”