All this was corrected at Capetown, and I learned with painful disenchantment that ’it’ (the said operations) had all been a shameful muddle from beginning to end; that the field-marshal had done this and that and the other ’which no man in his senses,’ &c., that French was utterly ... and as for Lord Kitchener, Capetown--let us be just, imported social Capetown--was particularly severe on Lord Kitchener. It was very perplexing; and besides it seemed that these people ought to know, for they succeeded in making more news in the twenty-four hours than all the correspondents at the front put together. The whole town was overrun with amateur strategists and gossiping women. There were more colonels to the acre than in any place outside the United States, and if the social aspect was unattractive, the political was scarcely more pleasing. Party feeling ran high. Some of the British section, those tremendous patriots who demonstrate but do not fight--not to be on any account compared with the noble fellows who fill the Volunteer corps--pot-house heroes, and others of that kidney, had just distinguished themselves by mobbing Mr. Schreiner in the streets. The Dutch section, some of them the men who, risking nothing themselves, had urged the Republics to their ruin, all of whom had smiled and rubbed their hands at the British reverses, sat silent in public, but kept a strict watch on incoming steamers for members of Parliament and others of more influence and guile, and whispered honeyed assurances of their devotion to the Empire, coupled with all sorts of suggestions about the settlement--on the broad general principle of ’Heads I win, tails you lose.’ British newspapers advocated short shrift to rebels--’Hit ’em hard now they’re down’; ’Give them a lesson this time, the dirty Dutchmen!’ Dutch papers recorded the events of the war in the tone, ’At the end of the battle the British, as usual, fled precipitately, leaving 2,000 killed, _our_ loss’--no, not quite that, but very nearly; everything, in fact, but the word ’our’--’one killed, two slightly wounded.’ Let no one stay long in Capetown now who would carry away a true impression of the South Africans. There is too much shoddy worn there at present. Only at Government House did I find the Man of No Illusions, the anxious but unwearied Proconsul, understanding the faults and the virtues of both sides, measuring the balance of rights and wrongs, and determined--more determined than ever; for is it not the only hope for the future of South Africa?--to use his knowledge and his power to strengthen the Imperial ties. All this time the reader has been left on a siding at Naauwpoort; but does he complain of not being taken to Capetown? We will hasten back together to the healthier atmosphere of war.