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Professor Chadd may, of course, retain I sincerely trust he will his extraordinarily valuable intellect. But I am afraid I am really afraid that it would not do to have the curator of the Asiatic manuscripts er dancing about." "I have a suggestion to make," said Basil, and sat down abruptly in his chair, drawing it up to the table.
The night makes them credible and therefore commonplace. The second sister had by this time entered the room and came somewhat drearily to the window. "You know, Adelaide," she said, "that Mr Bingham from the Museum is coming again at three." "I know," said Adelaide Chadd bitterly. "I suppose we shall have to tell him about this. I thought that no good fortune would ever come easily to us."
The conversation between Chadd and Grant appeared to be personal and friendly. They were still dancing when I left. The Eccentric Seclusion of the Old Lady The conversation of Rupert Grant had two great elements of interest first, the long fantasias of detective deduction in which he was engaged, and, second, his genuine romantic interest in the life of London.
Do you want " Bingham cut in sharply: "And if I do want this, Mr Grant " "Then," said Basil lightly, "your task is easy. Get Chadd L800 a year till he stops dancing." With a fierce flap of his swinging gloves Bingham turned impatiently to the door, but in passing out of it found it blocked. Dr Colman was coming in.
It is because in the total stranger we perceive man himself; the image of God is not disguised by resemblances to an uncle or doubts of the wisdom of a moustache. One of the most interesting of Basil's motley group of acquaintances was Professor Chadd.
The doctor had reappeared on the scene, and his shiny black eyes, under his shiny black hat, moved restlessly from one of them to the other. "Dr Colman," said Basil, turning to him, "will you entertain Professor Chadd again for a little while? I am sure that he needs you. Mr Bingham, might I have the pleasure of a few moments' private conversation? My name is Grant."
Did I understand you to say that Professor Chadd ought to be employed, in his present state, in the Asiatic manuscript department at eight hundred a year?" Grant shook his head resolutely. "No," he said firmly. "No. Chadd is a friend of mine, and I would say anything for him I could. But I do not say, I cannot say, that he ought to take on the Asiatic manuscripts. I do not go so far as that.
And he sent the umbrella whizzing past the professor's bald head, so that it knocked over a pile of books with a crash and left a vase rocking. Professor Chadd appeared totally unmoved, with his face still lifted to the lamp and the wrinkle cut in his forehead. "Your mental processes," he said, "always go a little too fast. And they are stated without method.
I do not think there is anything stupid or ignorant about howling at the moon or being afraid of devils in the dark. It seems to me perfectly philosophical. Why should a man be thought a sort of idiot because he feels the mystery and peril of existence itself? Suppose, my dear Chadd, suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?"
He-was sitting with the magazine in front of him, the lamplight shining on his spectacles, a wrinkle in his forehead, not of anger, but of perplexity, as Basil Grant strode up and down the room, shaking it with his voice, with his high spirits and his heavy tread. "It's not your opinions that I object to, my esteemed Chadd," he was saying, "it's you.
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