There was an anxious pause. "_How_ large did he say the pudding was to be?" Balbus said at last. "Take its cubical contents, divide by the cubical contents of what each man can eat, and the quotient----" "He didn't say anything about pudding," said Hugh, "--and here's the Square," as they turned a corner and came into sight of the "eligible apartments." "It _is_ a Square!" was Balbus' first cry of delight, as he gazed around him. "Beautiful! Beau-ti-ful! Equilateral! _And_ rectangular!" The boys looked round with less enthusiasm. "Number nine is the first with a card," said prosaic Lambert; but Balbus would not so soon awake from his dream of beauty. "See, boys!" he cried. "Twenty doors on a side! What symmetry! Each side divided into twenty-one equal parts! It's delicious!" "Shall I knock, or ring?" said Hugh, looking in some perplexity at a square brass plate which bore the simple inscription "RING ALSO." "Both," said Balbus. "That's an Ellipsis, my boy. Did you never see an Ellipsis before?" "I couldn't hardly read it," said Hugh, evasively. "It's no good having an Ellipsis, if they don't keep it clean." "Which there is _one_ room, gentlemen," said the smiling landlady. "And a sweet room too! As snug a little back-room----" "We will see it," said Balbus gloomily, as they followed her in. "I knew how it would be! One room in each house! No view, I suppose?" "Which indeed there _is_, gentlemen!" the landlady indignantly protested, as she drew up the blind, and indicated the back garden. "Cabbages, I perceive," said Balbus. "Well, they're green, at any rate." "Which the greens at the shops," their hostess explained, "are by no means dependable upon. Here you has them on the premises, _and_ of the best." "Does the window open?" was always Balbus' first question in testing a lodging: and "Does the chimney smoke?" his second. Satisfied on all points, he secured the refusal of the room, and they moved on to Number Twenty-five. This landlady was grave and stern. "I've nobbut one room left," she told them: "and it gives on the back-gyardin." "But there are cabbages?" Balbus suggested. The landlady visibly relented. "There is, sir," she said: "and good ones, though I say it as shouldn't. We can't rely on the shops for greens. So we grows them ourselves." "A singular advantage," said Balbus: and, after the usual questions, they went on to Fifty-two. "And I'd gladly accommodate you all, if I could," was the greeting that met them. "We are but mortal," ("Irrelevant!" muttered Balbus) "and I've let all my rooms but one." "Which one is a back-room, I perceive," said Balbus: "and looking out on--on cabbages, I presume?" "Yes, indeed, sir!" said their hostess. "Whatever _other_ folks may do, _we_ grows our own. For the shops----" "An excellent arrangement!" Balbus interrupted. "Then one can really depend on their being good. Does the window open?"