For if he could have got nothing out of
him, he would have had to invent it for him, and that would have been
laborious. He made a mental note of his answer, and went in again.
'You are from Eden, sir? How did you like Eden?'
Martin said what he thought of that part of the country, in pretty
strong terms.
'It is strange,' said Pogram, looking round upon the group, 'this hatred
of our country, and her Institutions! This national antipathy is deeply
rooted in the British mind!'
'Good Heaven, sir,' cried Martin. 'Is the Eden Land Corporation, with Mr
Scadder at its head, and all the misery it has worked, at its door, an
Institution of America? A part of any form of government that ever was
known or heard of?'
'I con-sider the cause of this to be,' said Pogram, looking round again
and taking himself up where Martin had interrupted him, 'partly jealousy
and pre-judice, and partly the nat'ral unfitness of the British people
to appreciate the ex-alted Institutions of our native land. I expect,
sir,' turning to Martin again, 'that a gentleman named Chollop happened
in upon you during your lo-cation in the town of Eden?'
'Yes,' answered Martin; 'but my friend can answer this better than I
can, for I was very ill at the time.
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