He held them at a distance and brooded uneasily on his own thought again. Cranly turned, and Dixon, who had whistled, called out: --Where are you fellows off to? What about that game, Cranly? They parleyed in shouts across the still air about a game of billiards to be played in the Adelphi hotel. Who shall regulate all the mixed conversation of our youth, male and female together, as is the fashion of this country? Who shall still appoint what shall be discoursed, what presumed, and no further? Lastly, who shall forbid and separate all idle resort, all evil company? These things will be, and must be; but how they shall be least hurtful, how least enticing, herein consists the grave and governing wisdom of a state. Time was to sin and to enjoy, time was to scoff at God and at the warnings of His holy church, time was to defy His majesty, to disobey His commands, to hoodwink one's fellow men, to commit sin after sin and to hide one's corruption from the sight of men.