of auto-suggestion, the inquiry caused my own to ache as they had never ached before. Before we landed the captain had given me a solemn warning on no account to rub my eyes, however tormented by the continual glare of a bright sun on white houses, or I should be certain to "catch an incurable eye-disease and go on 'weeping' to the end of my days."
"Never, never speak of disease again," I had answered. "Misfortunes come quickly enough, without our going to fetch them."
Fortunately even the flies could not make it a long journey from Piræus to Athens; and we could glance in passing at the quaint and not unattractive bookstalls, now showing large photographs of modern "Heroes"—the Greek generals! After all, they had done their best. They were no more responsible for the mistakes of their Government, than we are for ours.
Taking train for the last part of our route, we were packed like sardines among the ugliest possible types of human beings one could imagine; but, luckily, soon alighted at a station whose magic name should thrill the dullest heart.
We were in Athens! But the Italian could only exclaim: "What women!" I reminded him that they were, after all, descended from Helen of Troy, for whose beauty the world in its youth made war. Yet it seemed almost a heresy to name that name in such surroundings.
If only one could show all men what a tragedy is here.
"There is something I long to do," I told my companion. "I would summon crowds of my countrymen and my countrywomen to the Albert Hall and borrow the magic tongue of Mr. Lloyd George, to draw their tears for our dear Christian brethren at the mercy of the brutal Turk! And then a deputation of these money-changing Greeks should be brought in to stand at the Welshman's right hand and his left!"
How many, even then, would read, mark, and digest the grim comment?
But the Italian laughed again and again at the
