Moments sometimes occur in the history of nations when a calculated
indiscretion proves of the highest public service. It is for this
reason that I have decided to make known the substance of a lengthy
conversation which it was my recent privilege to have with the
Emperor.

I do so in the hope that it will help to remove that obstinate
misconception of the character of the Emperor's feelings toward
England, which I fear is deeply rooted in the ordinary Englishman's
breast. It is the Emperor's sincere wish that it should be
eradicated. He has given repeated proofs of his desire by word and
deed. But, to speak frankly, his patience is sorely tried now; he
finds himself so continually misrepresented and has so often
experienced the mortification of finding that any momentary
improvement in relations is followed by renewed outbursts of
prejudice and a prompt return to the old attitude of suspicion.

His Majesty spoke with impulsive and unusual frankness, saying:
"You English are as mad, mad, mad as March hares. What has come
over you that you are completely given over to suspicions that are
quite unworthy of a great nation? What more can I do than I have
done? I declared with all the emphasis at my command in my speech
at the Guildhall that my heart was set upon peace and that it was
one of my dearest wishes to live on the best terms with England.
Have I ever been false to my word? Falsehood and prevarication are
alien to my nature. My actions ought to speak for themselves, but
you will not listen to them, but to those who misinterpret and
distort them."

Resents a Personal Insult.