Classicly

JOHN CROMARTIE and Josephine Lackett gave up their green tickets at the turnstile, and entered the Zoological Society’s Gardens by the South Gate.

The beast opposite them was bored. He looked at them for a moment and forgot them at once. He{2} lived in a small space, and had forgotten the outside world where creatures very like himself raced in circles. “If that is the reason,” said Cromartie, “I do not see why you should not say so. It would be honest if you were to tell me you felt nothing for me. It is not honest to say first that you love me, and then that you are a Christian and love everybody equally.”