Robert Hugh Benson

Lord of the World Robert Hugh Benson

Lord of the World PROLOGUE You must give me a moment, said the old man, leaning back. Percy re-settled himself in his chair and waited, chin on hand. It was a very silent room in which the three men sat, furnished with the extreme commonsense of the period. It had neither window nor door ;for it was now sixty years since the world, recognising that space is not confined to the surface of the globe, had begun to burrow in earnest. Old Mr. Templeton shouse stood some forty feet below the level of the Thames erhbankment, in what was considered a somewhat commodious position, for he had only a hundred yards to walk before he reached the station of the Second Central Motor-circle, and a quarter of a mile to the volor-station at Blackfriars. He was over ninety years old, however, and seldom left his house now. The room itself was lined throughout with the delicate green jade-enamel prescribed by the Board of Health, and was suffused with the artificial sunlight discovered by the great Reuter forty years before ;it had the colour-tone of a spring wood, and was warmed and ventilated through the classical friezegrating to the exact temperature of 18 Centigrade. Mr. Templeton was a plain man, content to live as his father had lived before him.
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