said Graham, pacing. "Then I could be at it the very first thing to-morrow again. . . ."
"It would be possible," said Lincoln thoughtfully. "Quite possible. Indeed, it shall be done." He laughed. "I came prepared to suggest amusements, but you have found one for yourself. I will telephone to the aeronautical offices from here and we will return to your apartments in the Wind-Vane Control. By the time you have dined the aeronauts will be able to come. You don't think that after you have dined, you might prefer?" He paused.
"Yes," said Graham.
"We had prepared a show of dancers—they have been brought from the Capri theatre."
"I hate ballets," said Graham, shortly. "Always did. That other. That's not what I want to see. We had dancers in the old days. For the matter of that, they had them in ancient Egypt. But flying"
"True," said Lincoln. "Though our dancers"
"They can afford to wait," said Graham; "they can afford to wait. I know. I'm not a Latin. There's questions I want to ask some expert—about your machinery. I'm keen. I want no distractions."
"You have the world to choose from," said Lincoln; "whatever you want is yours."
Asano appeared, and under the escort of a strong guard they returned through the city streets to Graham's apartments. Far larger crowds had assembled to witness his return than his departure had gathered, and the shouts and cheering of these masses of people sometimes drowned Lincoln's answers to the endless questions Graham's aerial journey had suggested. At first Graham had acknowledged the cheering and cries of the crowd by bows and gestures, but Lincoln warned him that such a recognition would be considered incorrect behaviour. Graham, already a little wearied by rhythmic
