You wouldn't be you otherwise! You want a specially constructed world and a peculiarly adapted human nature.

In fact--you want the moon!" Nan stared into the fire reflectively.
"I wonder," she said slowly, "if I shall get it ?" Penelope glanced at her sharply.
"It's highly improbable," she said.

"But a little philosophy would be quite as useful--and a far more likely acquisition." As she finished speaking a bell pealed through the flat--pealed with an irritable suggestion that it had been rung unavailingly before.

Followed the abigail's footstep as she pursued her unhurried way to answer its imperative demand, and presently a visitor was shown into the room.

He was a man of over seventy, erect and well-preserved, with white hair and clipped moustache.