"I hope I shall do my duty," he said, with dignity.
"Come, mother." As they drove down Piccadilly Mrs.Waldeaux chattered eagerly to her son.

She could not pour out her teeming fancies about this new world to any body else, but she could not talk fast enough to him.

Had they not both been waiting for a lifetime to see this London?
"The thing," she said earnestly, as she settled herself beside him, "the thing that has impressed me most, I think, were those great Ninevite gods yesterday.

I sat for hours before them while you were gone.

There they sit, their hands on their knees, and stare out of their awful silence at the London fog, just as they stared at the desert before Christ was born.