I feel like working, too." "Such a lovely morning!" Mr.Waddington sighed, gazing up at the sky.
"If only one could escape from these hateful streets and get out into the country for a few hours! Have you ever thought of travelling abroad, Burton ?" "Have you ?" Burton asked.
Mr.Waddington nodded.
"I have it in my mind at the present moment," he admitted.

"Imagine the joy of wandering about in Rome or Florence, say, just looking at the buildings one has heard of all one's life! And the picture galleries--just fancy the picture galleries, Burton! What a dream! Have you ever been to Paris ?" "Never," Burton confessed sadly.
"Nor I," Mr.Waddington continued.

"I have been lying awake at nights lately, thinking of Versailles.

Why do we waste our time here at all, I wonder, in this ugly little corner of the universe ?" Burton smiled.
"There is something of the hedonist about you, Mr.Waddington," he remarked.

"To me these multitudes of people are wonderful.