Karschoff was bitter, Nigel silent.
"Well said Carlyle that 'History is philosophy teaching by examples'," the former expounded.

"How the historian of the future will revel in this epoch! What treatises he will write, what parallels he will draw! See him point to the days when the aristocracy ruled England, and England fought and flourished; then to the epoch when the _bourgeoisie_ took their place, and with a mighty effort, met a great emergency and flourished.

And finally, in sympathy with the great European upheaval, in sympathy with the great natural law of change, Labour ousts both, single-eyed Labour, and down goes England, crumbling into the dust!--Let us lunch, my friends.

The cuisine is still good here." Nigel excused himself.
"I am engaged," he said.

"We may meet afterwards." "Something tells me, my dear Nigel," Karschoff declared, "that you are bent on frivolity." "If to lunch with a woman is frivolous, I plead guilty," Nigel replied.
Karschoff's face was suddenly grave.