"The torch first, the hammer to follow. To build up we must first pull down, and on the ruins of the past build--Utopia."
"Another name for dreamland," muttered Semberry.
Olive grew rather tired of Drabble and his diatribes. Not so Tui, however. She listened to the doctor's cheap philanthropy with parted lips and eager eyes. She hung upon his every word, and, seeing that he had at least one sympathetic listener, Drabble addressed his conversation almost exclusively to her. Observing this, Olive slipped out on to the terrace, where, much to her disgust, she was speedily joined by Carson.
"I thought you liked listening to Dr. Drabble?" she said coldly.
"No; he talks commonplaces. I prefer romance."
"Romance?" echoed Olive, thinking of their relative positions, so far removed as they were from the ideal. "Romance here?"
"And where else will you find it if not in this rose-garden? Tell me, Olive," he went on, without waiting for her reply, "why do you avoid me? Have I offended you?"
"You?" she replied with contempt; "you could not offend any one. I never knew so harmless a being."
"It is better surely to be harmless than harmful?" said Carson, complacently. "I shall make you a good husband."
"You shall never be my husband," retorted Olive, flushed with anger.