How foolish his aim had been! He had tried to build a break-water of order and elegance against the sordid tide of life without him and to dam up, by rules of conduct and active interest and new filial relations, the powerful recurrence of the tides within him. In the name of democracy they speak, warning the people against the influence of wealth and the danger of aristocracy. It is the uncrossed desert and the unclimbed ridge. Wells rubbed himself and said in a crying voice: --Please, sir, let me off! Athy grinned and turned up the sleeves of his jacket, saying: It can't be helped; It must be done.