“Are you a good walker?” asked the count, as he plied his thick stick, evidently recently cut in the grove adjoining his house.  “I walk everywhere myself.  I never ride; I can’t, for I never have any money.”

I announced myself as a crack pedestrian,—­but not when burdened with Russian coat and galoshes.  And I added:  “I hope that you do not expect us to walk all those versts to church, because we must stand through the whole service afterward; they would be too strict to allow us chairs.”

“We will go in the horse-cars, then,” he replied.  “But this constant use of horses is a relic of barbarism.  As we are growing more civilized, in ten years from now horses will have gone out of use entirely.  But I am sure that, in enlightened America, you do not ride so much as we do here.”

Familiar as I am with Count Tolstoy’s theories, this was a brand-new one to me.  I thought of several answers.  Bicycles I rejected as a suggestion, because the physical labor seems to be counterbalanced by the cost of the steel steed.  I also restrained myself from saying that we were coming to look upon horses as a rather antiquated, slow, and unreliable mode of locomotion.  I did not care to destroy the count’s admiration for American ways too suddenly and ruthlessly, so I said:—­

“I think that people ride more and more, with us, every year.  If they do not ride even more than they do, it is because we have not these thousands of delightful and cheap carriages and sledges.  And how are people to get about, how are burdens to be carried, how is the day long enough, if one goes everywhere on foot?  Are the horses to be left to people the earth, along with the animals which we now eat and which we must give up eating?”

“That will regulate itself.  It is only those who have nothing to do who have no time to do it in, and must be carried, in all haste, from place to place.  Busy people always have time for everything.”  And the count proceeded to develop this argument.  The foundation, of course, was the same as for his other doctrines,—­the dependence on one’s self, freeing others from bondage to his wants and whims.  The principle is excellent; but it would be easier for most of us to resist the temptation to do otherwise on a desert island, than to lead such a Robinson Crusoe and physical encyclopedic existence in a city of today.  This is almost the only argument which I felt capable of offering in opposition.

Thus we discussed, as we walked along the streets of China Town.  When the sidewalk was narrow, the count took to the gutter.  And so we came to the old wall and the place where there is a perennial market, which bears various names,—­the Pushing Market, the Louse Market, and so on, —­and which is said to be the resort of thieves and receivers of stolen goods.  Strangers always hit upon it the first thing.  We had ventured into its borders alone, had chatted with a cobbler, inspected the complete