You are unconsciously absorbing this atmosphere.

You are involuntarily becoming more and more of our cult,--of our inspirations.

You are evolving,--you don't realise it, but you are evolving----" "I shall be revolving, if I don't get some fresh air! Why must you have these incense things smoking, not to mention some of the guests smoking also, and, incidentally, that Moorish lamp is smoking badly! I _am_ absorbing your atmosphere, and it is choking me!" Patty was in earnest, though she spoke lightly.

The unpleasant air filled her lungs, and she wanted pure oxygen.
"Oh, all right," and Blaney laughed, indulgently.

"You can't expect to achieve all at once.