"Throw too much away," Allen warned, "and you'll throw it all."
"The beautiful, pure social revolution!" George sneered. "You're less honest than you were when you dropped everything to go to London for me. What's the matter with you, Allen?"
Allen appraised again the comfortable room. Even now his expression didn't alter materially.
"Nothing. I don't know. Unless the universal spirit of grab has got in my own veins."
"Then, my friend," George said, pleasantly, "there's the door."
XVI
George found himself thinking and talking of Allen's views quite enough to please even Bailly. Blodgett, on the other hand, perhaps because of the heavy, settled atmosphere of the marble temple, had changed his tune.
"Things are bound to come right in the end."
As far as George was concerned he might as well have said:
"This marble surrounding me is so many feet thick. Who do you think is going to interfere with that?"