feeling that London, anyhow, has to pause, and just twiddle its thumbs until God makes the wind ’
' After all, a fog comes from smoke, and it was man who lit the fires,' remarked Ginger parenthetically.
' You needn't remind one of that,' said she. ' Now, Sybil told me there were no fogs in New York. That is awful. Her letters were awful. The whole of life was a ceaseless grind; if you stopped for a moment, you were left behind. How hopelessly materialistic! Why, the only people who do any good in the world—apart from making Pullman cars and telephones, that is to say—are exactly those who do stop—who sit down and think. All the same, it is possible to stop too much. You are always stopping. Ginger, why don't you ever do something?'
' Because it is so vastly more amusing to observe other people doing things,' said he. ' As a rule, they do them so badly. Besides, Sybil seems to me an awful warning. She deliberately went to seek the strenuous life. Well, something has happened; the strenuous life has been one too many for her. Oh, by the way, I have more news for you—the most important of all, nearly. You have been talking so much that I couldn't get a word in.'
' Slander,' said Judy. ' Get it in now.'
' Gallio, as you know, has been trying to sell Molesworth. Well, advances have been made to him through an agent about it. He wants to know the name of the purchaser, but he can't find out.'
' What does Gallio care as long as the price is a good one?'
' You can't tell about Gallio; he has some charming prejudices. Besides—I don't understand the ins and outs of it—Bertie's consent has to be obtained. But he is offered two hundred thousand for a barrack he never lives in, and some acres of land which nobody will farm. He has telegraphed to Bertie about it to-day.'
' Well, I suppose it's no use being old-fashioned,' said
