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"Give her me back!" "What do you mean?" gasped the hypnotist. "Give her me back." "Give whom?" "Elizabeth Mwres the girl " The hypnotist tried to free himself; he rose to his feet. Denton's grip tightened. "Let go!" cried the hypnotist, thrusting an arm against Denton's chest. In a moment the two men were locked in a clumsy wrestle.
Physicians by the thousand, of course frightfully clumsy brutes for the most part, and following one another like sheep but doctors of the mind, except a few empirical flounderers there were none." He concentrated his mind on the jelly. "But were people so sane ?" began Mwres. The hypnotist shook his head. "It didn't matter then if they were a bit silly or faddy. Life was so easy-going then.
"Ah!" said Bindon, respecting this manly grief. "Oh!" said Bindon quite suddenly, with his hand to his side. Mwres looked up sharply out of the pit of his sorrows, startled. "What's the matter?" he asked, visibly concerned. "A most violent pain. Excuse me! You were telling me about Elizabeth." And Mwres, after a decent solicitude for Bindon's pain, proceeded with his report.
"A prominent politician ahem! suffering from overwork." He glanced at the breakfast and seated himself. "I have been awake for forty hours." "Eh dear!" said Mwres: "fancy that! You hypnotists have your work to do." The hypnotist helped himself to some attractive amber-coloured jelly. "I happen to be a good deal in request," he said modestly. "Heaven knows what we should do without you."
Denton had no means, so Elizabeth borrowed money on the securities that her father Mwres held in trust for her until she was one-and-twenty. The rate of interest she paid was of course high, because of the uncertainty of her security, and the arithmetic of lovers is often sketchy and optimistic. Yet they had very glorious times after that return.
And meanwhile "Elizebeθ Mwres," as she spelt her name, or "Elizabeth Morris" as a nineteenth-century person would have put it, was sitting in a quiet waiting-place beneath the great stage upon which the flying-machine from Paris descended. And beside her sat her slender, handsome lover reading her the poem he had written that morning while on duty upon the stage.
His first aspect of the matter was rage begotten of wounded vanity, and as Mwres was the most convenient person, he vented the first brunt of it upon him. He went immediately and insulted the desolate father grossly, and then spent an active and determined day going to and fro about the city and interviewing people in a consistent and partly-successful attempt to ruin that matrimonial speculator.
Mwres he found properly smashed, and impoverished and humble, in a mood of frantic self-preservation, ready to sell himself body and soul, much more any interest in a disobedient daughter, to recover his lost position in the world.
And, by the bye, is there any money in the affair?" Mwres hesitated. "There's a sum in fact, a considerable sum invested in the Patent Road Company. From her mother. That's what makes the thing so exasperating." "Exactly," said the hypnotist. And he proceeded to cross-examine Mwres on the entire affair. It was a lengthy interview.
Mwres would certainly have sooner gone forth to the world stark naked than in the silk hat, frock coat, grey trousers and watch-chain that had filled Mr. Morris with sombre self-respect in the past. For Mwres there was no shaving to do: a skilful operator had long ago removed every hair-root from his face.
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