"War is horrible!"
"It is," said Carew, who joined in just here, after getting away from Gordon, who told him to buy Hittites at 3-1/8. "War is horrid. Williams is always talking of it."
"I'm not," said Williams, angrily. "I want peace, eternal peace and happiness for every one."
"Ah, so do I," put in Gordon. "My idea is to have a peaceful life, far from the roar of London, in a deep green vale, where I shall hear no one talking of shares, and where mines are unknown, and there are no Chinese or crushing reports. Why is it that most reports from mines are crushing? I wish I knew."
"Ah, how sweet it would all be," said beautiful Penelope. "You could keep cows, Mr. Gordon."
"I adore them," said Gordon. "There is a breed without horns, isn't there?"
"They look incomplete," said Jimmy.
"What are you painting now?" asked Pen.
"I'm not really painting, I'm modelling in clay, as you told me," said the obsequious lover. "Don't you remember saying I was to model in clay? I'm doing Williams in clay. He looks very well in it. I'm also doing a bull going at a gate. When I get tired of Williams, I do the bull, and when I'm fatigued by the bull I go back to Williams."
"And are they like?" asked Penelope.