"For mercy's sake, are you mad, Bertie ?" "Inevitable question addressed to Genius!" yawned Cecil.

"I'm showing you plans that might teach a whole nation good style if we just threw ourselves into it a little.

I don't mean you, because you'll never smash, and one don't turn bear-leader, even to the B.P., without the primary impulse of being hard-up.

And I don't talk for myself, because, when I go to the dogs I have my own project." "And what's that ?" "To be groom of the chambers at Meurice's or Claridge's," responded Bertie solemnly.

"Those sublime creatures with their silver chains round their necks and their ineffable supremacy over every other mortal!--one would feel in a superior region still.