"The world will be the poorer."
"They will all be submerged," continued Parker.
"Why submerge them? Is the Anglo-Saxon type so adorable in the sight of God that He desires all the races of the earth to be like unto it? If the proselytizing zeal of the missionaries and functionaries of the English-speaking race could work out, the world would lose all its color, all its piquancy. Hungary would be like Scotland, Scotland would be Cornwall, Cornwall would duplicate London, and London reflect New York. Beautiful scheme for tailors, shoe-makers, and preachers, but depressing to artists."
"You must be one of those chaps the missionaries tell about, who would keep men savage just to please your sense of the picturesque."
"Savage! There's a fine word. What is a savage?"
"A man who needs converting to our faith," said Jennie.
"A man to exercise the army on," said Maynard.
"A man to rob in the name of the Lord," said Parker.
"You're stealing all my oratorical thunder," complained Lawson. "When a speaker asks a question like that he doesn't want a detailed answer—he is pausing for effect. Speaking seriously—"
"Oh!" said Maynard, "then you were not serious."