On this latter point several of the guests expressed their ideas and one of the most shocked and outspoken was Colonel House.  For a month the President’s personal representative had been discussing with British statesmen possible openings for mediation, but all his hopes in this direction now vanished.  That President Wilson would act with the utmost energy Colonel House took for granted.  This act, he evidently believed, left the United States no option.  “We shall be at war with Germany within a month,” he declared.

The feeling that prevailed in the Embassy this evening was the one that existed everywhere in London for several days.  Emotionally the event acted like an anaesthetic.  This was certainly the condition of all Americans associated with the American Embassy, especially Page himself.  A day or two after the sinking the Ambassador went to Euston Station, at an early hour in the morning, to receive the American survivors.  The hundred or more men and women who shambled from the train made a listless and bedraggled gathering.  Their grotesque clothes, torn and unkempt—­for practically none had had the opportunity of obtaining a change of dress—­their expressionless faces, their lustreless eyes, their uncertain and bewildered walk, faintly reflected an experience such as comes to few people in this world.  The most noticeable thing about these unfortunates was their lack of interest in their surroundings; everything had apparently been reduced to a blank; the fact that practically none made any reference to their ordeal, or could be induced to discuss it, was a matter of common talk in London.  And something of this disposition now became noticeable in Page himself.  He wrote his dispatches to Washington in an abstracted mood; he went through his duties almost with the detachment of a sleep-walker; like the Lusitania survivors, he could not talk much at that time about the scenes that had taken place off the coast of Ireland.  Yet there were many indications that he was thinking about them, and his thoughts, as his letters reveal, were concerned with more things than the tragedy itself.  He believed that his country was now face to face with its destiny.  What would Washington do?

Page had a characteristic way of thinking out his problems.  He performed his routine work at the Chancery in the daytime, but his really serious thinking he did in his own room at night.  The picture is still a vivid one in the recollection of his family and his other intimates.  Even at this time Page’s health was not good, yet he frequently spent the evening at his office in Grosvenor Gardens, and when the long day’s labours were finished, he would walk rather wearily to his home at No. 6 Grosvenor Square.  He would enter the house slowly—­and his walk became slower and more tired as the months went by—­go up to his room and cross to the fireplace, so apparently wrapped up in his own thoughts that he hardly greeted members of his own family.  A wood