'The trouble with Us,' said he, 'is that We take such an infernally long time making sure that We are right that We don't go ahead when things happen. For instance, I ought to have gone ahead instead of pulling up when I hit that bicycle.'
'But you were in the wrong, Lingnam, when you turned to the right,' I put in.
'I don't want to hear any more of your damned, detached, mugwumping excuses for the other fellow,' he snapped.
'Now you're beginning to see things,' said Penfentenyou. 'I hope you won't backslide when the swellings go down.'
THE SONG OF SEVEN CITIES
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded.
Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from afar.
Ivory their outposts were--the guardrooms of them gilded,