IsawamancomechargingoutofPalaceYard——thepolicemantouchedhishelmettohim——withahatandabearingastonishinglylikemyuncle’s。Afterall，——didn’tCracknellhimselfsitintheHouse？
Tono-BungayshoutedatmefromahoardingnearAdelphiTerrace；I
sawitafaroffnearCarfaxStreet；itcriedoutagainuponmeinKensingtonHighStreet，andburstintoaperfectclamour；sixorseventimesIsawitasIdrewnearmydiggings。Itcertainlyhadanairofbeingsomethingmorethanadream。
Yes，Ithoughtitover——thoroughlyenough。Traderulestheworld。Wealthratherthantrade！Thethingwastrue，andtruetoowasmyuncle’spropositionthatthequickestwaytogetwealthistosellthecheapestthingpossibleinthedearestbottle。Hewasfrightfullyrightafterall。Pecunnianonolet，——aRomanemperorsaidthat。PerhapsmygreatheroesinPlutarchwerenomorethansuchmen，finenowonlybecausetheyaredistant；perhapsafterallthisSocialismtowhichIhadbeendrawnwasonlyafoolishdream，onlythemorefoolishbecauseallitspromiseswereconditionallytrue。Morrisandtheseothersplayedwithitwittingly；itgaveazest，atouchofsubstance，totheiraestheticpleasures。Neverwouldtherebegoodfaithenoughtobringsuchthingsabout。Theyknewit；everyone，exceptafewyoungfools，knewit。AsIcrossedthecornerofSt。James’sParkwrappedinthought，Idodgedbackjustintimetoescapeaprancingpairofgreys。Astout，common-lookingwoman，verymagnificentlydressed，regardedmefromthecarriagewithascornfuleye。“Nodoubt。”thoughtI，“apill-vendor’swife。”
Runningthroughallmythoughts，surgingoutlikearefrain，wasmyuncle’smaster-stroke，hisadmirabletouchofpraise：“Makeitallslick——andthenmakeitgoWoosh。Iknowyoucan！Oh！I