We mustn't control them--and nobody else _can_.

Practically, Redwood, the thing is out of our hands.

_We_ supply the material--" "And they," said Redwood, turning to the window, "get the experience." "So far as this trouble down in Kent goes I am not disposed to worry further." "Unless they worry us." "Exactly.

And if they like to muddle about with solicitors and pettifoggers and legal obstructions and weighty considerations of the tomfool order, until they have got a number of new gigantic species of vermin well established--Things always _have_ been in a muddle, Redwood." Redwood traced a twisted, tangled line in the air.
"And our real interest lies at present with your boy." Redwood turned about and came and stared at his collaborator.
"What do you think of him, Bensington?
You can look at this business with a greater detachment than I can.

What am I to do about him ?" "Go on feeding him." "On Herakleophorbia ?" "On Herakleophorbia." "And then he'll grow." "He'll grow, as far as I can calculate from the hens and the wasps, to the height of about five-and-thirty feet--with everything in proportion---" "And then what'll he do ?" "That," said Mr.Bensington, "is just what makes the whole thing so interesting." "Confound it, man! Think of his clothes." "And when he's grown up," said Redwood, "he'll only be one solitary Gulliver in a pigmy world." Mr.Bensington's eye over his gold rim was pregnant.
"Why solitary ?" he said, and repeated still more darkly, "_Why_ solitary ?" "But you don't propose--- ?" "I said," said Mr.Bensington, with the self-complacency of a man who has produced a good significant saying, "Why solitary ?" "Meaning that one might bring up other children--- ?" "Meaning nothing beyond my inquiry." Redwood began to walk about the room.