After all, it is a test of endurance--this journey to Egypt and back." "Do you think so ?" and Morgana smiled--"It should be nothing--it really is nothing! We ought to be quite ready and willing to travel like this for a week on end! But you and Gaspard are not yet absolutely sure of our motive power!--you cannot realise that as long as we keep going so long will our 'going' force be generated without effort--yet surely it is proved!" Gaspard lifted his eyes towards her where she stood like a little white Madonna in a shrine.
"Yes, Madama, it is proved!" he said--"But the secret of its proving?
--" "Ah! That, for the present, remains locked up in the mystery box--here!" and she tapped her forehead with her finger--"The world is not ready for it.

The world is a destructive savage, loving evil rather than good, and it would work mischief more than usefulness with such a force--if it knew! Now I will dress, and give you breakfast in ten minutes." She waved a hand to them and disappeared, returning after a brief interval attired in her "aviation" costume and cap.

Soon she had prepared quite a tempting breakfast on the table.
"Thermos coffee!" she said, gaily--"All hot and hot! We could have had Thermos tea, but I think coffee more inspiriting.

Tea always reminds me of an afternoon at a country vicarage where good ladies sit round a table and talk of babies and rheumatism.

Kind,--but so dull! Come--you must take it in turns--you, Marchese, first, while Gaspard steers--and Gaspard next--just as you did last night at what we called dinner, before you fell asleep! Men DO fall asleep after dinner you know!--it's quite ordinary.