"Then I hope you will keep it there." "You mean you would like an explosion ?" "I mean that anything that could clear up the situation would be welcome." At this Vetch turned to Darrow and observed whimsically: "He doesn't seem to fancy our friend Gershom." Darrow looked round with a smile from the window.

"Well, there are times when I don't myself," he confessed in his deliberate way.

"Of all bullies, your political bully is the worst.

But he is not bad, he is just foolish.

His heart is set on this general strike, and he can't set his heart on anything without losing his head." As the old man turned his face back to the sunset, the strong bold lines of his profile reminded Stephen of the impassive features of an Egyptian carving.