No thanks,' said Robert.
'I say,' said Jane, 'let's get the Psammead and ask its advice.

It will like us asking, even if we don't take it.' The Psammead was brought up in its green silk embroidered bag, but before it could be asked anything the door of the learned gentleman's room opened and the voice of the visitor who had been lunching with him was heard on the stairs.

He seemed to be speaking with the door handle in his hand.
'You see a doctor, old boy,' he said; 'all that about thought-transference is just simply twaddle.

You've been over-working.
Take a holiday.

Go to Dieppe.' 'I'd rather go to Babylon,' said the learned gentleman.
'I wish you'd go to Atlantis some time, while we're about it, so as to give me some tips for my Nineteenth Century article when you come home.' 'I wish I could,' said the voice of the learned gentleman.