You know what the faddists of the moment say?
They declare that brains and genius have had their day--that the greatest man in the world nowadays is the strongest." Andrew smiled as he settled down in the armchair which his friend had wheeled towards him.
"You do not believe in your own doctrines," he remarked.

"You would not part with a tenth part of your brains for all my muscle." The Duke paused to think.
"It is not only the muscle," he said.

"It is this appearance of splendid physical perfection.

You have but to show yourself in a London drawing-room, and you will establish a cult.

Do you want to be worshipped, friend Andrew--to wear a laurel crown, and have beautiful ladies kneeling at your feet ?" "Chuck it!" Andrew remarked good humouredly.