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Thus adjured, the Prophet resolved to make a clean breast of Sir Tiglath's declarations, and he therefore replied, "I thought it only right to wire to you as I did, having learnt that there is in London a gentleman, an eminent man, who has for five-and-forty years been seeking for Malkiel with the avowed intention of of " "Oh what, sir, of what?" said Mr. Sagittarius with trembling lips.
He gave the poor, afflicted liar tenderly into the care of the upper housemaid, and retraced his steps quickly to the drawing-room. As he entered it he heard Sir Tiglath saying, "The stars in their courses tremble when the accursed name of Malkiel is mentioned, and the old astronomer is dissolved in wrath at sound of the pernicious word. Oh-h-h-h!" "There, Hennessey!" cried Mrs.
Madame Malkiel, or rather Madame Sagittarius, as she must for the present be called, was a smallish woman of some forty winters. Her hair, which was drawn away intellectually from an ample and decidedly convex brow, was as black as a patent leather boot, and had a gloss upon it as of carefully-adjusted varnish. Her eyes were very large, very dark and very prominent.
"Something quite out of the common." Mrs. Merillia screwed up her eyes doubtfully. "I hope you won't be disappointed. How many editions have there been of the Almanac?" "Seventy yearly editions." "Then Malkiel must be a very old man." "But this Mr. Malkiel is Malkiel the Second." "One of a dynasty! That alters the case. Perhaps he's a young man about town.
"Indeed! very remarkable!" "I mean not although but I thought I would cast her horoscope. And I did so." "In the square?" asked Malkiel, with quiet, but piercing, irony. "Yes," said the Prophet, with sudden heat. "Why not?" Malkiel smiled with an almost paternal pity, as of a thoughtful father gazing upon the quaint and inappropriate antics of his vacant child.
To this question the Prophet could offer no answer other than a bodily one. He silently presented himself to the gaze of Malkiel, instinctively squaring his shoulders, opening out his chest, and expanding his nostrils in an effort to fill as large a space in the atmosphere of the parlour as possible.
"Then you are the man I seek." Malkiel the Second for it was indeed he sank back against the counter in an attitude of abandoned prostration that would have made a fortune of a comic actor. "I trusted to Jellybrand's," he said, drawing from his tail pocket a white handkerchief covered with a pattern of pink storks in flight. "I trusted to Jellybrand's and Jellybrand's has betrayed me.
At this juncture Malkiel, impelled by curiosity, ceased from trembling, and, leaning forward upon the loving-cup, glued his ear to the key-hole of the cupboard. "Why was you so late to-night?" proceeded the voice. "She's been in a rare taking, I can tell you." "Who?" "Who? You know well enough." "Do you mean my grandmother?" "Your grandmother!" ejaculated the voice with apparent sarcasm.
"Search yourself, sir, I beg!" he cried. "But upon my honour " "Hush, sir, hush! I beg, nay, I insist, that you search yourself thoroughly before you answer this momentous question." The Prophet felt rather disposed to ask whether Malkiel expected him to examine his pockets and turn out his boots.
Look again." The Prophet did so. But his eye blinked with fatigue and the heavens swam before it. "There is no Crab to-night," he said. "I assure you on my honour there is none." Exactly as he finished making this statement a low whistle rang through the silence of the night. The Prophet started, Madame jumped, and Malkiel bounded on the loving-cup. The whistle was repeated.
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