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'Ha, ha, ha, faintly laughed Mr. Annesley. 'What have they been doing so remarkable? 'Nothing, said Lord Squib. 'That is just their fault. They have every recommendation; but when any member of that family is in a room, everybody feels so exceedingly sleepy that they all sink to the ground. That is the reason that there are so many ottomans at Heavyside House.
They won't have concentration of ray enough to move the planet, or to seriously chill it. But life is a different matter it's sensitive. It is quite apt to let go even under a mild ray. I think that a few exceedingly powerful ray screen stations might be set up, and the Heavyside Layer used to transmit the vibrations entirely around the Earth. You can see the idea easily enough.
O Heavyside, my solid friend, this is the sorrow of sorrows: what on earth can become of us till this accursed enchantment, the general summary and consecration of delusions, be cast forth from the heart and life of one and all! Cast forth it will be; it must, or we are tending, at all moments, whitherward I do not like to name.
"Do hee-haw in the House of Commons, Heavyside," says the young man with a languid air. "That's your place: you're returned for it." I hate the shop out of shop hours." "Dash the little puppy," growls Sir de Boots, swelling in his waistband. "What do they say about the Russians in the City?" says Horace Fogey, who has been in the diplomatic service. "Has the fleet left Cronstadt, or has it not?"
Only Sir Thomas used words far more terrific than dash, for this distinguished cavalry officer swore very freely. "He amuses me; he's such a mischievous little devil," says good-natured Charley Heavyside. "It takes very little to amuse you," remarks Fogey. "You don't, Fogey," answers Charley. "I know every one of your demd old stories, that are as old as my grandmother. How-dy-do, Barney?"
Nay I rather think both of these shortcomings, fatal deficits both, are chargeable upon us; and it is the joint harvest of both that we are now reaping with such havoc to our affairs. I rather guess, the intellect of the Nineteenth Century, so full of miracle to Heavyside and others, is itself a mechanical or beaver intellect rather than a high or eminently human one.
But it takes you to define fascination! I suppose Mrs. Heavyside, however, could help you there for nothing short of witchcraft could account to me for her elopement with that dreary man! To leave her sweet children, too, as if all the men on earth could be worth to a true mother her teething baby's little toe or finger!" "Would she never stop never give one loop-hole for doubt to enter?"
Not a dandy on all the Pall Mall pavement seemed to have less to do than he. Heavyside, a large young officer of the household troops old Sir Thomas de Boots and Horace Fogey, whom every one knows are in the window of Bays's, yawning as widely as that window itself. Horses under the charge of men in red jackets are pacing up and down St. James's Street. Cabmen on the stand are regaling with beer.
"Because he's one of the kindest fellows; because he gives himself no dashed airs, although he has reason to be proud if he chose. That's why, Mr. Newcome." "A topper for you, Barney, my boy," remarks Charles Heavyside, as the indignant General walks away gobbling and red. Barney calmly drinks the remains of his absinthe.
Let's have a game at piquet till dinner, Heavyside. Hallo! That's my uncle, that tall man with the mustachios and the short trousers, walking with that boy of his. I dare say they are going to dine in Covent Garden, and going to the play. How-dy-do, Nunky?" and so the worthy pair went up to the card-room, where they sate at piquet until the hour of sunset and dinner arrived.
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