“I Say!” said Bensington, “he’ll be Big.”
“I shall give him diminishing doses,” said Redwood. “Or at any rate Winkles will.”
“It’s rather too much of an experiment.”
“Much.”
“Yet still, you know, I must confess—... Some baby will sooner or later have to try it.”
“Oh, we’ll try it on some baby—certainly.”
“Exactly so,” said Bensington, and came and stood on the hearthrug and took off his spectacles to wipe them.
“Until I saw these chicks, Redwood, I don’t think I began to realise—anything—of the possibilities of what we were making. It’s only beginning to dawn upon me ... the possible consequences....”
And even then, you know, Mr. Bensington was far from any conception of the mine that little train would fire.