"I admit," the doctor began his broken sentence again with marked
patience, "that the movement of thought is away from haphazard towards
control--in things generally. But is the movement of events?"
"The eternal problem of man," said Sir Richmond. "Can our wills
prevail?"
There came a little pause.
Miss Grammont smiled an enquiry at Miss Seyffert. "If YOU are," said
Belinda.
"I wish I could imagine your world," said Miss Grammont, rising, "of two
hundred and fifty millions of fully developed human beings with room
to live and breathe in and no need for wars. Will they live in palaces?
Will they all be healthy?... Machines will wait on them. No! I can't
imagine it. Perhaps I shall dream of it. My dreaming self may be
cleverer."
She held out her hand to Sir Richmond. Just for a moment they stood hand
in hand, appreciatively....
"Well!" said Dr. Martineau, as the door closed behind the two Americans,
"This is a curious encounter."
"That young woman has brains," said Sir Richmond, standing before the
fireplace. There was no doubt whatever which young woman he meant. But
Dr. Martineau grunted.
"I don't like the American type," the doctor pronounced judicially.
"I do," Sir Richmond countered.
The doctor thought for a moment or so.
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