“Then there are persons who actually wish to live two hundred and three hundred years in this world?” “That is the trouble. You see with the perfection of the Frigidrome, particularly with the proof of its efficacy which you have supplied, Bogardus, there will be an overwhelming demand to be translated from century to century.” “A most natural curiosity, I should say.” “Exactly. But until we can supply the demand, you realize that it is a privilege that has to be restricted. It is now an honor conferred for distinguished services.” “Then I may hope for another voyage into the future in as favorable a state as the present.” “Nothing easier, if you respond as I am sure you will to our treatment.” “Proceed then, Gallia. You will never have a more obedient patient.” She smiled at me the flitting Latin smile that is reflected in the eyes and, Mag being absent, embraced me with a warmth that was more than professional, and which I confess I returned with such interest that she gave a little gasp of pleasure. “Oh! That is not at all like a man!” She gave me a long, veiled glance and added, “Really, your case is so important I shall have to treat it personally.” For two most agreeable hours I received a treatment under Gallia’s directions, which consisted of an immersion in a chemical bath, a massage with some violet ray machine and the application of delicious unguents which left my skin aglow and sensitively alive. From Gallia I learned that the day of every woman began at five o’clock with two hours devotion to this meticulous care of the body, as the first obligation of a civilized state. No woman, it appeared, ever took more than four hours sleep, except in the nascent and child-bearing periods. Sleep, to the extent in which we indulged ourselves, was an excess as injurious as drunkenness or gluttony. All that Gallia had to say struck me as of exceeding good sense, and I promised to follow rigorously her precepts. After her departure breakfast was served while I reclined on a divan. The repast consisted of a variety of fruits; a syrup formed on the basis of honey but not so oppressively saccharine; coffee, which had a vintage of twenty years and a light breakfast food which was a mélange of different vitamins exceedingly pleasant and appetizing. I complimented Mag, but expressed a masculine desire to indulge in the morning newspaper. “Or has the newspaper been abolished as a male distraction?” I asked facetiously. “Oh, no. The news came in, hours ago.” “Bring it to me, then.” Mag returned with a record about the size of an ordinary spool and placed it in a small receptacle, explaining that the broadcasting from the central station was recorded on these disks which could be turned on later at will.