I say, why don’t you use it yourself?
I? I am afraid of the past. But you Engleesh, and the great firm of Briggs, Cater, and Beal; you are afraid of nothing.
Ha, ha. Well—I wouldn’t go quite as far as that, but—well, give me the crystal.
Don’t take it, John! Don’t take it.
Why, Mary? It won’t hurt me.
If it can do all that—if it can do all that . . .
Why, you might never have met me.
Never have met you? I never thought of that.
Leave the past alone, John.
All right, Mary. I needn’t use it. But I want to hear about it, it’s so odd, it’s so what-you-might-call queer; I don’t think I ever----- [To Ali.] You mean if I work hard for ten years, which will only be all to-morrow, I may be Governor of the Bank of England to-morrow night.
O, don’t do it, John.
But you said—I’ll be back here before midnight to-morrow.
It is so.
But the Governor of the Bank of England would live in the City, and he’d have a much bigger house anyway. He wouldn’t live in Lewisham.
The crystal will bring you to this house when the hour is accomplished, even tomorrow night. If you be the great banker you will perhaps come to chastise one of your slaves who will dwell in this house. If you be head of Briggs and Cater you will come to give an edict to one of your firm. Perchance this street will be yours and you will come to show your power unto it. But you will come.
And if the house is not mine?
John! John! Don’t.
Still you will come.