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"Exactly," the professor admitted, eagerly. "I have already," Burton said, "done my best to make you understand my feelings in this matter. Those beans represent everything to me. Nothing would induce me to part with a single one." "We can understand that," the professor agreed. "We are approaching you with regard to them in an altogether different manner. Mr. Bomford is a man of business.
Their fingers were locked. "Mr. Bomford," he sighed, "is coming up the hill." "Then I think," she said quietly, "that we had better go down!" Dinner that evening was a curious meal, partly constrained, partly enlivened by strange little bursts of attempted geniality on the part of the professor. Mr.
Burton, a friend of father's, who is staying with us for a few days. He is writing a book. Perhaps, if you are very polite to him, he will let you publish it. Mr. Bomford Mr. Burton." The two men shook hands solemnly. Neither of them expressed any pleasure at the meeting. "I am sure you would like a drink," Edith suggested. "Let me take you up to the house and we can find father.
Wealth seems to me to be only an additional excitement to vulgarity. Besides, the possession of wealth in itself tends to an unnatural state of existence. Man is happy only if he earns the money which buys for him the necessaries of life." Mr. Bomford listened as one listens to a lunatic. Mr. Cowper, however, nodded his head in kindly toleration.
It does not appeal to me in the least in fact it offends me. It seems crassly vulgar, a vulgar way of attaining to a position which I, personally, should loathe." He rose to his feet. "If you will excuse me, professor," he said. Mr. Bomford, with a greater show of vigor than he had previously displayed, jumped up and laid his hand upon the young man's shoulder.
His mother threw two of the beans I had procured with great difficulty for them both into the street. He picked one up and ate it a wretched habit of his. You see the result." Mr. Bomford sat quite still and breathed several times before he spoke. It was a sign with him of most intense emotion. "Mr.
You won't mind, Mr. Burton?" "Not in the least," he assured her. They disappeared into the house. Burton threw himself once more upon the lawn, his hands clasped behind his head, gazing upwards through the leafy boughs to the blue sky. So this was Mr. Bomford! This was the rival of whom he had heard!
Bomford brought him once more into touch with memories which were ever assailing him by night and by day. "I have taken the liberty of calling upon you, Mr.
This is what I want to bring home to every inhabitant of this country. This is what I want to see in great black type in every newspaper, on every hoarding, and if possible flashed at night upon the sky: 'Cure the mind first; the mind will cure the body. That," Mr. Bomford concluded, modestly, "is my idea of one of our preliminary advertisements." The professor nodded approvingly.
Burton and the professor were silent. Burton was watching Edith and the professor was watching Burton. As soon as the meal was concluded, the professor rose to his feet. "Edith, my dear," he said, "we wish you to leave us for a minute or two. Mr. Bomford and I have something to say to Mr. Burton." Edith, with a slight shrug of the shoulders, rose to her feet.
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