"Will you take tea ?" "Thank you." Dick looked out of the window.

It was a morning of clear skies and sunlight, a very proper morning for this the first of all the remarkable days which one after the other were going especially to belong to him.

He was of the gods now.

The world was his property, or rather he held it in trust for Stella.

It was behaving well; Dick Hazlewood was contented.