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Suppose we accompany him to the city, where 

 he has a busy day before him. He catches the 

 train not a hundred yards from his house, and it 

 is interesting to notice that as it approaches the 

 city, the car passes through several zones of sub- 

 urbs, each of a different class. Next to his own 

 suburb is one of detached villas, each with its own 

 garden; then comes a region of wooden cottages, 

 all neat and comfortable; and finally, stucco ter- 

 races, rather dingy and crowded, and many of 

 them with cards in the window, proclaiming that 

 " board and residence" may be obtained within. 

 Suddenly a corner is turned and the city area is 

 reached. Alighting at a corner where two police- 

 men are regulating the throng of traffic in a man- 

 ner that recalls their London doubles, he walks 

 rapidly down two blocks and turns into his club. 

 Half a dozen letters have to be answered, includ- 

 ing one from his station manager; then he must 

 see his solicitor, and afterwards the principal of a 

 wool-broking firm. It is now lunch-time, and he 

 invariably lunches, when he is in town, at the 

 same hotel. The room is a public one, and we 

 will take our seats at one of the tables, for there 

 are some interesting people here. 



The grey-bearded man with whom our squatter 

 has just shaken hands is editor and proprietor of 

 a big daily paper. He plays no open part in 

 politics, but is credited with having made and un- 

 made each of the many Governments that have 

 ruled the State during the last twenty years. 



