cellar at ground level, one on the first gallery, half on the second, and on the two hundred and sixty-seventh morning, sent to the Decanting Room. Independent existence—so called. “But in that time,” Mr. Foster concluded, “we’ve managed to do a lot to them.”“That’s the spirit I like,” said the Director once more. “Let’s walk around. You tell them everything, Mr. Foster.” Mr. Foster duly told