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She recognised a strange, new note of profound, though not arrogant, self-respect in her grandson. "Prophets," Hennessey added more gently, "have always been inclined to dwell in the wilderness." "But where can you find a wilderness in these days?" asked Mrs. Merillia, still smiling. "Even Hammersmith is becomin' quite a fashionable neighbourhood.
"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.
The Prophet flew to his dear relative's assistance, and Mrs. Merillia endeavoured to rise and to lean upon his anxious arm. After a struggle, however, in which the Prophet took part and two chairs were overset, she was obliged to desist. "You must ring the bell, Hennessey," she said. "Mr. Ferdinand and Gustavus must carry me to bed in the chair." The Prophet sprang tragically to the bell.
Lady Enid's Scottish lips tightened almost imperceptibly. "I could talk of nothing else," proceeded the Prophet. "Could I, grannie?" "No, indeed, Hennessey," assented Mrs. Merillia. "All other topics were banished from discussion." "All," cried the Prophet, with increasing fervour and lack of self-consciousness. "I could not tear myself from the telescope.
"Grannie," said the Prophet, abruptly, "you would tell me anything, wouldn't you?" "Why, of course, my dear boy. But what about?" "About about yourself?" Mrs. Merillia looked very much astonished. "There is nothing to hide, Hennessey," she said with gentle dignity. "You know that." "I do, I do," cried the Prophet, passionately. "Yours has been the best, the sweetest life the world has ever known!"
Ferdinand in the servants' hall to the flushed footman who lay upon a what-not, sipping a glass of ale and reading a new and unabridged farthing edition of Carlyle's French Revolution, "Gustavus, Mrs. Merillia has been and gone to the Gaiety Theatre to-night. We expect her back at eleven-thirty sharp. She may need assistance on her return, Gustavus."
"Fancy," said Mrs. Merillia, "you can go to your room and lie down." "Yes, ma'am. I say again, as I said afore, the house has been broke into and the robbers " At this point the Prophet shut the door on the faithful and persistent creature, who forthwith carried her determination and sobs to an upper storey. "Hennessey, what is all this? Who is really here?"
"The thief inserteth his thumb into the tail pocket of the unobservant archbishop for purposes of research. The young man playeth merrily forsooth with the old astronomer." Mrs. Merillia nodded her lace cap at him encouragingly. It was evident that there was an understanding between them. Lady Enid began to wonder what was its nature.
Merillia, sir, would be glad to speak to you for a moment. You remember I informed you?" "I'll go to her at once. But first bring me a glass of brandy, Mr. Ferdinand. I'm feeling extremely unwell." And the Prophet, who was paler far than ashes, and beaded from top to toe with perspiration, sank down feebly upon a chair and let his head drop on the blotting-pad that lay on his writing-table.
Merillia looked simply charming in bed, with her long and elegant head shaded by a beautiful muslin helmet trimmed with lace, and a delicious embroidered wrapper round her shoulders. The Prophet stood beside her, shading the candle-flame with his hand. "Well, grannie, dear," he said, "what is it? You ought to be asleep." "I never sleep before twelve. Have you had a pleasant dinner?" "Very.
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