The latter noted it and had an uncomfortable consciousness that the mocking-eyed visitor was reading him like a book. "I only landed to-day," replied Apleon. "Steamer?" asked Ralph. "No, by a new aerial type of my own invention," replied Apleon. "It brought me from Babylon to London in about as many minutes as it would have occupied the best aeronaut, days, by the best machines of a year ago."
"I have, of course, seen this morning's 'Courier, and have been intensely interested, and, will you mind, if I say it, amused." "Amused, Mr. Apleon?" cried Ralph. "Yes, intensely amused," went on the mocking-eyed visitor. "I do not mean with the issue as regards its general contents, it was to the 'Prophet's Chair' column that I alluded."
All of them were flower-crowned with the luminous, lovely blooms old and young, slender, mocking-eyed girls, dwarfed youths, mothers with their babes, gnomed oldsters on they poured, silent for the most part and sullen a sullenness that held acid bitterness even as their subtle, half-sinister, half-gay malice seemed tempered into little keen-edged flames, oddly, menacingly defiant.
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