CHAPTER VII.

Things now took a better turn. The Professor ceased to feel shy; and

proposed, when the curate had finished an enormous breakfast, that they

should go down to the cutter, and bring up the things in it to the

cottage. 'A few hours' steady progress,' he said, 'and the human race

will command all the luxuries of civilisation--the glorious fruits of

centuries of onward labour.'

The three spent a very busy morning in examining and unpacking the

luggage. The Professor found his favourite collection of modern

philosophers; Virginia found a large box of knick-knacks, with which to

adorn the cottage; and there was, too, an immense store of wine and of

choice provisions.

'It is rather sad,' sighed Virginia, as she dived into a box of French

chocolate-creams, 'to think that all the poor people are drowned that

these things belonged to.'

'They are not dead,' said the Professor: 'they still live on this holy

and stupendous earth. They live in the use we are making of all they had

got together. The owner of those chocolate-creams is immortal because

you are eating them.'

Virginia licked her lips and said, 'Nonsense!'

'It is not nonsense,' said the Professor. 'It is the religion of

Humanity.'

All day they were busy, and the time passed pleasantly enough. Wines,

provisions, books, and china ornaments were carried up to the cottage

and bestowed in proper places. Virginia filled the glasses in the

drawing-room with gorgeous leaves and flowers and declared by the

evening, as she looked round her, that she could almost fancy herself in

St. John's Wood.

'See, said the Professor, 'how rapid is the progress of material

civilisation! Humanity is now entering on the fruits of ages. Before

long it will be in a position to be unspeakably happy.'

Virginia retired to bed early. The Professor took the curate out with

him to look at the stars; and promised to lend him some writings of the

modern philosophers, which would make him more perfect in the new view

of things. They said good-night, murmuring together that there was

certainly no God, that Humanity was very important, and that everything

was very solemn.

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