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"Ready, sir?" he said, turning to the Prophet, who, with a trembling hand, followed his example. "Quite ready," said the Prophet, shutting his eyes. "Then," rejoined Malkiel the Second in a formal voice, "here's luck!" He held the tumbler to his lips, waiting for the Prophet's reply to give the signal for a unanimous swallowing of the priceless wine.
Nothing can ever take from you the knowledge denied by Madame to the very architects of who I really am. You have told me, sir, that I must see this thing through. I tell you now, at this table, in this parlour, that I intend to see it through and through." As Malkiel said the last words he gazed at the Prophet with eyes that seemed suddenly to have taken on the peculiar properties of the gimlet.
For the first time her composure seemed about to desert her entirely. That fatal sign in woman, a working throat, swallowing nothing with extreme rapidity and persistence, became apparent. "A glass of wine, Miss Minerva?" cried Malkiel, gallantly. He placed a tumbler to her lips. She feebly sipped, than sprang to her feet with a cry. "I'm poisoned!"
What do you think? We don't allow things of them sort in here, I can tell you." The Prophet drew out half a sovereign, upon which a ray of sunshine immediately fell as if in benediction. "Does Mr. Malkiel ? "Malkiel the Second," interrupted the young librarian, whose pinkish eyes winked at the illumination of the gold. "Malkiel the Second ever call here in person?"
Before the Prophet had time to state whether this was so or not Malkiel proceeded, "Well, sir, as soon as Madame and I had come to the Mouse we resolved that we could do no better than that. It was salubrious, it was retired, and it was N." "You said ?" "N., sir." "But what is en?" "Sir?"
Then the swing door sang, and the Prophet, opening his eyes, perceived Madame Malkiel moving forward with considerable vivacity, and screaming as she moved, her bonnet depending down her back and the rabbit-skins flowing from her ample shoulders.
"Nor are the customs of the East quite what many a clergyman would approve of," continued Malkiel. "Yet even this was not what weighed most with Madame." "What was it then?" inquired the Prophet, deeply interested. "Sir, it was the Eastern language." "Ah!" "Could we let our children learn to speak it? Could we bear to launch them in life, handicapped, weighed down by such a tongue?
The Prophet felt that it would be impious to disturb him. Malkiel's reverie was long, and indeed the two prophets might well have been sitting in Jellybrand's parlour now, had not a violent sneeze called for the pink assistance of the flight of storks, and brought the sneezer down to the level of ordinary humanity. "Yes, sir I give you my word Capricornus is to be an architect," repeated Malkiel.
One was the hollow and sepulchral organ of Malkiel the Second, the other was a heavy and authoritative contralto, of the buzzing variety, which occasionally gave an almost professional click suggesting mechanism as the speaker passed from the lower to the upper register of her voice. As the Prophet reached the mat outside the door he heard the contralto voice say,
"This way, Madame," said the Prophet. "But I really think such a proceeding is calculated to cause a grave scandal in the square." Malkiel the Second drew the cupboard door to, and grasped a silver candelabrum in each hand to sustain himself upon the rather sharp rim of the loving-cup. "What is the square to me or I to the square?" returned Madame with ungrammatical majesty.
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