THE FOOD OF THE GODS
glancing from the window, would see the faultless equipage come spanking up Sloane Street, and after an incredibly brief interval Winkles would enter the room with a light, strong motion, and pervade it, and protrude some newspaper and supply information and make remarks.
"Well," he would say, rubbing his hands, "how are we getting on?" and so pass to the current discussion.
"Do you see," he would say for example, "that Caterham has been talking about our stuff at the Church Association?"
"Dear me!" said Bensington, "that's a cousin of the Prime Minister, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Winkles, "a very able young man—very able. Quite wrong-headed, you know, violently reactionary—but thoroughly able. And he's evidently disposed to make capital out of this stuff of ours. Takes a very emphatic line. Talks of our proposal to use it in the elementary schools———"
"Our proposal to use it in the elementary schools!"
"I said something about that the other day—quite in passing—little affair at a Polytechnic. Trying to make it clear the stuff was really highly beneficial. Not in the slightest degree dangerous, in spite of those first little accidents. Which cannot possibly occur again. . . . You know it would be rather good stuff—But he's taken it up."
"What did you say?"
"Mere obvious nothings. But as you see—! Takes it up with perfect gravity. Treats the thing as an attack. Says there is already a sufficient waste of
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