arrival marked a crisis in British history; Mr. Lloyd George was supposed to be taxing the aristocracy out of existence; Mr. Asquith was accused of plotting the destruction of the House of Lords; the tide of liberalism, even of radicalism, was running high, and, in the judgment of the conservative forces, England was tottering to its fall; the gathering mob was about to submerge everything that had made it great.  And the Irish question had reached another crisis with the passage of the Home Rule Bill, which Sir Edward Carson was preparing to resist with his Irish “volunteers.”

All these matters formed the staple of talk at dinner tables, at country houses and at the clubs; and Page found constant entertainment in the variegated pageant.  There were important American matters to discuss with the Foreign Office—­more important than any that had arisen in recent years—­particularly Mexico and the Panama Tolls.  Before these questions are considered, however, it may be profitable to print a selection from the many letters which Page wrote during his first year, giving his impressions of this England which he had always loved and which a closer view made him love and admire still more.  These letters have the advantage of presenting a frank and yet sympathetic picture of British society and British life as it was just before the war.

     To Frank N Doubleday

     The Coburg Hotel,
     Carlos Place, Grosvenor Square,
     London, W.

     DEAR EFFENDI:[15]

You can’t imagine the intensity of the party feeling here.  I dined to-night in an old Tory family.  They had just had a “division” an hour or two before in the House of Lords on the Home Rule Bill.  Six Lords were at the dinner and their wives.  One was a Duke, two were Bishops, and the other three were Earls.  They expect a general “bust-up.”  If the King does so and so, off with the King!  That’s what they fear the Liberals will do.  It sounds very silly to me; but you can’t exaggerate their fear.  The Great Lady, who was our hostess, told me, with tears in her voice, that she had suspended all social relations with the Liberal leaders.

     At lunch—­just five or six hours before—­we were at the Prime
     Minister’s, where the talk was precisely on the other side. 
     Gladstone’s granddaughter was there and several members of the
     Cabinet.

     Somehow it reminds me of the tense days of the slavery controversy
     just before the Civil War.

     Yet in the everyday life of the people, you hear nothing about it. 
     It is impossible to believe that the ordinary man cares a fig!

     Good-night.  You don’t care a fig for this.  But I’ll get time to
     write you something interesting in a little while.

     Yours,
     W.H.P.

     To Herbert S. Houston

     American Embassy
     London
     Sunday, 24 Aug., 1913.