"There is very little of God in this world,y I said bitterly. "There is much more Devil!"
He smiled,—a musing, dreamy smile that transfigured his countenance and made him look like a fine Apollo absorbed in the thought of some new and glorious song.
"No doubt!" he said, after a little pause. "Mankind certainly prefer the devil to any other deity,—therefore if they elect him as their representative, it is scarcely to be wondered at that he governs, where he is asked to govern. And yet— do you know, Geoffrey—this devil,—if there is one,—can hardly, I think, be quite so bad as his detractors say. I myself don't believe he is a whit worse than a nineteenth-century financier!"
I laughed aloud at the comparison.
"After that," I said, "you had better go to McWhing. I hope you will tell him th
