"No, I don't find that. When I came to this island it was inhabited by three hundred besotted beasts who led the life of devils. And now—you see for yourself. They are not lovable nor lively, but they are, at any rate, quiet, so that one can sleep at night; and they don't fight, so that one can walk about the island without fear for one's life and limbs. In a word, the simplest blessings of civilisation were the distinct result of the erection of the prayer-house."
"The prayer-house which you never enter!"
"No, I don't belong to that fold. But have you ever been there?"
"I? No!"
"You should hear them once at any rate."
"Why?"
"You daren't!"
"Daren't! Is it dangerous?"
"So they say!"
"Not for me."