It's all guzzle and feed and finery, and nobody cares a copper about anything that matters--" "About Cape to Cairo, eh ?" "Byng, that was one of my idiocies.

But you think over what I say, just the same.

I'm right.

We're rotten cotton stuff now in these isles.
We've got fatty degeneration of the heart, and in all the rest of the organs too." Again Byng shook him by the hand warmly.

"Well, Wallstein will give us a fat dinner to-night, and you can moralize with lime-light effects after the foie gras, Barry." Closing the door slowly behind his friend, whom he had passed into the hands of the dark-browed Krool, Byng turned again to his desk.