He takes philanthropy just as he'd take sulphonal for sleeplessness." Thyme looked shrewdly up at him.
"Well," she said, "it's just as much on your nerves.

You see it from the point of view of health; he sees it from the point of view of sentiment, that's all." "Oh! you think so ?" "You just treat all these people as if they were in hospital." The young man's nostrils quivered.

"Well, and how should they be treated ?" "How would you like to be looked at as a 'case' ?" muttered Thyme.
Martin moved his hand in a slow half-circle.
"These houses and these people," he said, "are in the way--in the way of you and me, and everyone." Thyme's eyes followed that slow, sweeping movement of her cousin's hand.
It seemed to fascinate her.
"Yes, of course; I know," she murmured.

"Something must be done!" And she reared her head up, looking from side to side, as if to show him that she, too, could sweep away things.

Very straight, and solid, fair, and fresh, she looked just then.
Thus, in the hypnotic silence of high thoughts, the two young "Sanitists" arrived in Hound Street.
In the doorway of No.