Chapter 23
At supper that evening Doctor Chord amplified some of his views "A few staunch retainers could quickly aid you to scale the walls of the castle," said he. "But I have forgotten," he added blankly. "'Tis not a castle. 'Tis a house." "If you would take some of these ancient ideas and bury them in the garden," said I, "they might grow in time to be some kind of turnip or other valuable food. But at the present moment they do not seem to me to serve much purpose. Supposing that the house is not a castle? What of that?" "Castles-" said he. "Castles lend themselves-" "Castles!" I cried. "Have done with castles! All castles may be Jews, as you say. But this is a house." "I remarked that it was a house," he answered gently. "It was that point that I was making." "Very good," said I. "We will
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