ould
not make a nice division without a pair of scales. "At any rate," he
said to himself, "there will be a pretty quarrel when they find them
gone."

Thus charitably did he brood over things that were not to happen. The
discovery of the Professors' hoard had refreshed him almost as much as
his sleep had done, and it being now past seven, he lit his pipe--which,
however, he smoked as furtively as he had done when he was a boy at
school, for he knew not whether smoking had yet become an Erewhonian
virtue or no--and walked briskly on towards Sunch'ston.

CHAPTER VII: SIGNS OF THE NEW ORDER OF THINGS CATCH MY FATHER'S EYE ON
EVERY SIDE

He had not gone far before a turn in the path--now rapidly
widening--showed him two high towers, seemingly some two miles off; these
he felt sure must be at Sunch'ston, he therefore stepped out, lest he
should find the shops shut before he got there.

On his former visit he had seen little of the town, for he was in prison
during his whole stay. He had had a glimpse of it on being brought there
by the people of the village where he had spent his first night in
Erewhon--a village which he had seen at some little distance on his right
hand, but which it would have been out of his way to visit, even if he
had wished to do so; and he had seen the Museum of old machines, but on
leaving the prison he had been blindfolded. Nevertheless he felt sure
that if the towers had been there he should have seen them, and rightly
guessed that they must belong to the temple which was to be dedicated to
himself on Sunday.

When he had passed through the suburbs he found himself in the main
street. Space will not allow me to dwell on more than a few of the
things which caught his eye, and assured him that the change in
Erewhonian habits and opinions had been even more cataclysmic than he had
already divined. The first important building that he came to proclaimed
itself as the College of Spiritual Athletics, and in the window of a shop
that was evidently affiliated to the college he saw an announcement that
moral try-your-strengths, suitable for every kind of ordinary temptation,
would be provided on the shortest notice. Some of those that aimed at
the more common kinds of temptation were kept in stock, but these
consisted chiefly of trials to the temper. On dropping, for example, a
penny into a slot, you could have a jet of fine pepper, flour, or
brickdust, whichever you might prefer, thr