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Updated: June 28, 2025
My wife's present estimate of MacShaughnassy's knowledge is the result of reaction. The first time she ever saw him, she and he got on wonderfully well together; and when I returned to the drawing-room, after seeing him down to the gate, her first words were, "What a wonderful man that Mr. MacShaughnassy is. He seems to know so much about everything." That describes MacShaughnassy exactly.
I tell you our means of livelihood are being filched from us one by one. Authors ought to form themselves into a society for the support and encouragement of crime." MacShaughnassy's leading intention in making these remarks was to shock and grieve Brown, and in this object he succeeded.
But such vast numbers, attracted by MacShaughnassy's poison, had settled in the house, that to finally exterminate them now was hopeless. I have not heard of MacShaughnassy's aunt lately. Possibly, one of MacShaughnassy's bosom friends has found out her address and has gone down and murdered her. If so, I should like to thank him.
But he was the only one, so far as I could ever discover, to whom MacShaughnassy's recipe proved fatal. As for the others, they grew fat and sleek upon it. Some of them, indeed, began to acquire quite a figure. We lessened their numbers eventually by the help of some common oil-shop stuff.
It seemed to me that for any human being to light a fire, laid as that fire was laid, would be a feat to be proud of. To light a fire even under ordinary circumstances is not too easy a task: to do so, handicapped by MacShaughnassy's rules, would, I felt, be an achievement pleasant to look back upon. My idea, had I succeeded, would have been to go round the neighbourhood and brag about it.
Brown agreed with me that in MacShaughnassy's case traces of the former disposition were clearly apparent, but pleaded that the illustration was an unfortunate one, and that it ought not to have weight in the discussion. "Seriously speaking," said he, "don't you think that there are some experiences great enough to break up and re-form a man's nature?"
His voice was calm, but his face was deadly white. 'The rest of you, please go get the women away as quickly as you can. "From that day old Nicholaus Geibel confined himself to the making of mechanical rabbits and cats that mewed and washed their faces." We agreed that the moral of MacShaughnassy's story was a good one.
She said she liked to watch them. But against the blackbeetles she was prejudiced. Therefore, when my wife informed her that MacShaughnassy's aunt had given us an infallible recipe for their annihilation, she rejoiced. We purchased the materials, manufactured the mixture, and put it about. The beetles came and ate it. They seemed to like it.
He had an aunt in those days, I remember, a mysterious old lady, who lived in some secluded retreat from where she wrought incalculable mischief upon MacShaughnassy's friends. What he did not know the one or two things that he was not an authority upon this aunt of his knew. "No," he would say with engaging candour "no, that is a thing I cannot advise you about myself.
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