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And Malkiel continued to regard him with the staring eyes of one whose mind is seething with strange, upheaving thoughts and alarming apprehensions. Mutely the Prophet swelled and mutely Malkiel observed him swell, till a point was reached from which further progress at least on the Prophet's part was impossible.
"Malkiel the Second, sir, is my name if it is betrayed by Jellybrand's," said that gentleman with sudden dignity. "There is no need of any mister." "I beg your pardon," said the Prophet, handing his card. "That is my name and address.
"Not the one at Brixton Rise behind the Kimmins's mews?" said Malkiel the Second, suspiciously. "Certainly not. The one near Grosvenor Square." "That's better," said Malkiel, upon whom the Prophet's address had evidently made a good impression. "Kimmins's is no class at all. Had you come from there, I but what may you want with me?"
"I should be delighted," Malkiel answered. "Delighted, I'm sure, but I doubt whether Jellybrand's " "Could not Frederick Smith go out and fetch us a a pint bottle of champagne?" said the Prophet, playing a desperate card in the prophetic game. An expression almost of joviality overspread the tragic farce of Malkiel's appearance. "We'll see," he answered, opening the deal door. "Frederick Smith!"
Yes, she is sensible. I believe she is in Hampshire staying with the Churchmores." He looked calmer for a moment, but the corrugated expression quickly returned. "Grannie," he said, "I think it my duty to make an effort to see Mr. Malkiel." "The Almanac man. What do you want with him?" She tapped one of her small, mittened hands over the other and slightly twisted her long and pointed nose.
"How are we to know it really is only ankles?" The voice of Malkiel the Second replied plaintively, "But the gentleman who opened the door and " The contralto voice clicked, and passed to its upper register. "You are over fifty years of age," it said with devastating compassion, "and you can still trust a gentleman who opens doors! O sanctum simplicitatus!"
"Madame Malkiel is not governed by any ordinary laws. Lexes non scripta is her motto. To these alone she clings." Her husband clung to the candelabra and burst into a violent perspiration. Through the keyhole of the cupboard a ray of light now shone, and he heard the frou-frou of his partner's skirt, the flump of the rabbit-skins as she cast them from her ample shoulders upon the floor.
Malkiel concealed a smile, just sufficiently to make its existence for an instant vitally prominent, and continued, "By the Mouse we resolved to build a detached residence such as would influence suitably the minds of the children should we have any. For we had resolved, sir, by that time that with me the Almanac should cease."
During the foregoing colloquy her voice had become louder and louder, and the Prophet, dreading unspeakably lest his grandmother should be disturbed and affrighted once more, gave up the struggle, and, without more ado, conducted Madame into the butler's pantry in which the telescope still remained. Meanwhile what had become of Malkiel the Second? When Mrs.
Wait till Capricornus has got his Latin by heart and gone to Oxford. Then, and only then, you will know whether Malkiel the Second is the exception to the rule of prophets. Yes, and Madame shall know it, too. She trusted me, sir, as only a woman can. She knew I was a prophet and had a prophet for a father before me. And yet she trusted me. It was a daring thing to do. Many would call it foolhardy.
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