Ferrol shut his eyes and smiled, a faint, seraphic smile.  “My dear boy,” he said, “you forget.  This is the Twentieth Century.”

“And you,” answered Sledge, “forget that the things you have here were made before the Twentieth Century.  B.C.”

“You don’t seriously mean,” said Ferrol, “that you attach any importance to these—­” he hesitated.

“Children’s stories?” suggested Sledge.

Ferrol nodded.

“I have lived long enough in the East,” said Sledge, “to know that the sooner you learn to believe children’s stories the better.”

“I am afraid, then,” said Ferrol, with civil tolerance, “that our points of view are too different for us to discuss the matter.”  And they talked of other things until late into the night.

Just as Sledge was leaving Ferrol’s rooms and had said “Good-night,” he paused by the chimney-piece, and, pointing to the tiny Ikon which was lying on it, asked:  “What is that?”

“Oh, that’s nothing,” said Ferrol, “only a small Ikon I bought for twopence at the Fair of Nijni-Novgorod.”

Sledge said “Good-night” again, but when he was on the stairs he called back:  “In any case remember one thing, that East is East and West is West.  Don’t mix your deities.”

Ferrol had not the slightest idea what he was alluding to, nor did he care.  He dismissed the matter from his mind.

The next day he spent in the country, returning to London late in the evening.  As he entered his rooms the first thing which met his eye was that his great picture, “Im Walde,” which he considered to be one of the few products of modern art that a man who respected himself could look at without positive pain in the eyes, had fallen from its place over the chimney-piece to the floor in front of the fender, and the glass was shattered into a thousand fragments.  He was much vexed.  He sought the cause of the accident.  The nail was a strong one, and it was still in its place.  The picture had been hung by a wire; the wire seemed strong also and was not broken.  He concluded that the picture must have been badly balanced and that a sudden shock such a door banging had thrown it over.  He had no servant in his rooms, and when he had gone out that morning he had locked the door, so no one could have entered his rooms during his absence.

Next morning he sent for a framemaker and told him to mend the frame as soon as possible, to make the wire strong, and to see that the picture was firmly fixed on the wall.  In two or three days’ time the picture returned and was once more hung on the wall over the chimney-piece immediately above the little crystal Chinese god.  Ferrol supervised the hanging of the picture in person.  He saw that the nail was strong, and firmly fixed in the wall; he took care that the wire left nothing to be desired and was properly attached to the rings of the picture.