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Horace Bunsome, a company promoter from the city, had been even more assiduous in his attentions to a particular brand of champagne. Burton had been conscious of a sense of drifting. The more human side of him was paramount. The dinner was perfect; the long, low dining-room, with its bowls of flowers and quaint decorations, delightful; the wine and food the best of their sort.
Its primary constituents will form the backbone of our new food. If we are only able to reproduce them in trifling quantities, then we must add a larger proportion of some harmless and negative substance. The matter is simple." "No worry about that, that I can see," Mr. Bunsome remarked. "So long as we have this testimony of Mr.
Bunsome, that you are, on this occasion, associated with a genuine and marvelous discovery the scientific discovery, sir, of the age. You are going to be one of those who will offer to the world a genuine an absolutely genuine tonic to the moral system." Mr. Bunsome nodded approvingly. "The more I hear you talk," he declared, "the more I like the sound of it.
They took that old Egyptian Johnny him and his family, of course a matter of a thousand years to grow, and there's no one else on to them. Why, they're unique, and they do the trick, too that I can speak for. Paid the bill, Burton?" Burton nodded. The two men shook hands with Mr. Bunsome and prepared to leave. They walked out into the Strand. "Got anything to do this afternoon particular?" Mr.
It seems as though we were committing sacrilege. Your father and Mr. Bomford, and now this man Bunsome, are entirely engrossed in the commercial side of it. If it were to be a gift to the world, a real philanthropic enterprise, it would be different." "The world wasn't made for philanthropists, dear," she reminded him.
"How do you do, Mr. Burton?" he said. "Glad to meet you again. Spending some of the Menatogen profits, eh?" "Friend of mine here Mr. Waddington," Burton explained. "Mr. Cowper knows all about him. He owns the rest of the beans, you know." Mr. Bunsome was at once interested. "I'm delighted to meet you, Mr. Waddington!" he declared, holding out his hand.
Burton has handed over to me, may be found to be distilled from Oriental herbs brought by that old student from the East. However, of that in a few days' time we shall of course be able to speak more definitely." Mr. Bunsome coughed. "Anyway," he declared, "that isn't my show.
Let us drink to ourselves, the pioneers of this wonderful discovery, the manufacturers and owners-to-be of the new food, the first of its kind created and designed to satisfy the moral appetite." "We'll have a little of that in the prospectus," Mr. Horace Bunsome remarked, taking out his notebook. "It sounds mighty good, professor." "It sounds good because it is true, sir," Mr.
"Indirectly, you are connected with one of the most marvelous discoveries of modern days." "I should like to make it 'directly," Mr. Waddington said. "Do you think my three beans would get me in on the ground floor?" Mr. Bunsome was a little surprised. "I understood from the professor," he remarked, "that your friend was not likely to care about entering into this?"
Edith shook her head. "I am much too cold," she objected. "Besides, I want to hear Mr. Bunsome talk about the new discovery. Have you found a title for the food yet?" She walked rapidly on with Burton. Mr. Bomford followed them. "We have decided," he said, "to call it Menatogen." Burton gave a little start of surprise as he entered Mr. Waddington's office.
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