“e so any conclusion at all at te,” s appears t civilisation is so mucion,  not be better to confine ourselves to our original enquiry? e agreed t it  of life to produce good people and good books. All time ories, and money. Let us talk about men ts, for t is t of tter.”

    So t stepped foraining anso tions. ter mucion. A good man,  any rate be , passionate, and un icular man possessed ties could only be discovered by asking questions, often beginning at a remote distance from tre. Is Kensington a nice place to live in? ed—and your daugell me,  or only a knigen it seemed t  more from trivial questions of t ones. “I accepted my peerage,” said Lord Bunkum, “because my  itles ed for teen  of ty–four, as I do—” ten thousand professional men began.

    “No, no, of course you can neite. But oo, or per is more significant to ans all to questions about morality and religion, and suc serious. Questions as to t invariably brus extreme risk to t if Sir igs  been carving tton alist system  my t. t men are at once so oo muco mind w we say.”

    “Of course t time  for tists. No, has she, Polls?”

    “Jane—Austen—Cte—Bronte—George—Eliot,” cried Poll, like a man crying muffins in a back street.

    “Damn t a bore she is!”

    “Since Sapp rate—” Eleanor began, quoting from a weekly newspaper.

    “It’s no Sapp leion of Professor errupted.

    “Anyo suppose t any e or ever o e,” Eleanor continued. “And yet, alk to me about terly! I say, or S say somethey believ