"It affects us all, and--who knows ?--may affect you more than any." Therein poor An was unconsciously wearing the cloak of prophesy herself, and, shrugging my shoulders good-humouredly, I kissed her chin, little realising, as I let her fingers slip from mine, that I should see her no more.
Turning back alone, through the city, through ways twinkling with myriad lights as little lamps began to blink out amongst garlands and flower-decked booths on every hand, I walked on, lost in varying thoughts, until, fairly tired and hungry, I found myself outside a stall where many Martians stood eating and drinking to their hearts' content.

I was known to none of them, and, forgetting past experience, was looking on rather enviously, when there came a touch upon my arm, and-- "Are you hungry, sir ?" asked a bystander.
"Ay," I said, "hungry, good friend, and with all the zest which an empty purse lends to that condition." "Then here is what you need, sir, even from here the wine smells good, and the fried fruit would make a mouse's eye twinkle.

Why do you wait ?" "Why wait?
Why, because though the rich man's dinner goes in at his mouth, the poor man must often be content to dine through his nose.

I tell you I have nothing to get me a meal with." The stranger seemed to speculate on this for a time, and then he said, "I cannot fathom your meaning, sir.

Buying and selling, gold and money, all these have no meaning to me.