No first-class intelligence had been sought to specialise in and work out the problem of warfare with the new appliances and under modern conditions, but a succession of able jurists, Lord Haldane, Chief Justice Briggs, and that very able King’s Counsel, Philbrick, had reconstructed the army frequently and thoroughly and placed it at last, with the adoption of national service, upon a footing that would have seemed very imposing to the public of 1900.  At any moment the British Empire could now put a million and a quarter of arguable soldiers upon the board of Welt-Politik.  The traditions of Japan and the Central European armies were more princely and less forensic; the Chinese still refused resolutely to become a military power, and maintained a small standing army upon the American model that was said, so far as it went, to be highly efficient, and Russia, secured by a stringent administration against internal criticism, had scarcely altered the design of a uniform or the organisation of a battery since the opening decades of the century.  Barnet’s opinion of his military training was manifestly a poor one, his Modern State ideas disposed him to regard it as a bore, and his common sense condemned it as useless.  Moreover, his habit of body made him peculiarly sensitive to the fatigues and hardships of service.

’For three days in succession we turned out before dawn and—­for no earthly reason—­without breakfast,’ he relates.  ’I suppose that is to show us that when the Day comes the first thing will be to get us thoroughly uncomfortable and rotten.  We then proceeded to Kriegspiel, according to the mysterious ideas of those in authority over us.  On the last day we spent three hours under a hot if early sun getting over eight miles of country to a point we could have reached in a motor omnibus in nine minutes and a half—­I did it the next day in that—­and then we made a massed attack upon entrenchments that could have shot us all about three times over if only the umpires had let them.  Then came a little bayonet exercise, but I doubt if I am sufficiently a barbarian to stick this long knife into anything living.  Anyhow in this battle I shouldn’t have had a chance.  Assuming that by some miracle I hadn’t been shot three times over, I was far too hot and blown when I got up to the entrenchments even to lift my beastly rifle.  It was those others would have begun the sticking....

’For a time we were watched by two hostile aeroplanes; then our own came up and asked them not to, and—­the practice of aerial warfare still being unknown—­they very politely desisted and went away and did dives and circles of the most charming description over the Fox Hills.’

All Barnet’s accounts of his military training were written in the same half-contemptuous, half-protesting tone.  He was of opinion that his chances of participating in any real warfare were very slight, and that, if after all he should participate, it was bound to be so entirely different from these peace manoeuvres that his only course as a rational man would be to keep as observantly out of danger as he could until he had learnt the tricks and possibilities of the new conditions.  He states this quite frankly.  Never was a man more free from sham heroics.