There was young Caterham, for example, cousin of the Earl of Pewterstone, and one of the most promising of English politicians, who, taking the risk of being thought a faddist, wrote a long article in the _Nineteenth Century and After_ to suggest its total suppression.

And--in certain of his moods, there was Bensington.
"They don't seem to realise--" he said to Cossar.
"No, they don't." "And do we?
Sometimes, when I think of what it means--This poor child of Redwood's--And, of course, your three...

Forty feet high, perhaps! After all, _ought_ we to go on with it ?" "Go on with it!" cried Cossar, convulsed with inelegant astonishment and pitching his note higher than ever.

"Of _course_ you'll go on with it! What d'you think you were made for?
Just to loaf about between meal-times?
"Serious consequences," he screamed, "of course! Enormous.

Obviously.
Ob-viously.