"It is degrading to the machines—and so, I should think, it would not be very elevating to those that make them machines."
"That is exactly the use they propose them to serve, though," he said, looking amused; "the elevation of themselves."
"I know," I said, thinking that the end was ignoble too.
"You do not approve it?" he said.
I felt those brilliant eyes dancing all over me and, I fancied, over my thoughts too. I felt a little shy of going on to explain myself to one whom I knew so little. He turned the conversation, by asking me if I had seen all the lions yet.
I said I supposed not.
"Have you been up to the old fort?"
"I want to go there," I said; "but somebody told me to-day, there was nothing worth going for."
"Has his report taken away your desire to make the trial?"
"No, for I do not believe he is right."