"Of course."
"But what about Muriel?"
"She'd love it. And one more in a South African house doesn't matter."
Paul turned it swiftly over. With his books and his successful play he knew he could raise enough money. He drew a deep breath. "Oh," he said, "I'd love it."
"Good," she said, "that's settled. We're travelling East Coast. And now, why not go down and stay with mother for a little?"
CHAPTER XII
ZANZIBAR
Lo, winged with world's wonders,
With miracles shod,
With the fires of his thunders
For raiment and rod,
God trembles in heaven, and the angels are white with the terror of God.
*****
Thought made him and breaks him,
Truth slays and forgives;
But to you, as time takes him,
This new thing it gives,
Even love, the beloved Republic, that feeds upon freedom and lives.
ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE: Hertha.