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Updated: July 26, 2025
His imagination stood aside like a respectful footman who has done his work in ushering in the emotion. "My God!" cried Bindon: "I will have her! If I have to kill myself to get her! And that other fellow !" After an interview with his medical man and a penance for his overnight excesses in the form of bitter drugs, a mitigated but absolutely resolute Bindon sought out Mwres.
"I will tell you. Of course you will want to know what it is. There was a girl. Her name was Elizabeth Mwres. Well ..." He stopped. He had seen the instant surprise on the hypnotist's face. In that instant he knew. He stood up. He seemed to dominate the seated figure by his side. He gripped the shoulder of green and gold. For a time he could not find words. "Give her me back!" he said at last.
Civilisation presented itself as some catastrophic product as little concerned with men save as victims as a cyclone or a planetary collision. He, and therefore all mankind, seemed living utterly in vain. His mind sought some strange expedients of escape, if not for himself then at least for Elizabeth. But he meant them for himself. What if he hunted up Mwres and told him of their disaster?
Mwres was clearly under the impression that he was an exemplary father, profoundly touched about the heart by his child's unhappiness. "She was pale," he said, greatly moved; "She was pale. When I asked her to come away and leave him and be happy she put her head down upon the table" Mwres sniffed "and cried." His agitation was so great that he could say no more.
This Mwres the civility of "Mr." had vanished ages ago was one of the officials under the Wind Vane and Waterfall Trust, the great company that owned every wind wheel and waterfall in the world, and which pumped all the water and supplied all the electric energy that people in these latter days required.
He knew something of the little property that was due to her, and that this would be the only support of the young couple until Mwres should relent. If Mwres did not relent, and if unpropitious things should happen to the affair in which Elizabeth's expectations lay, they would come upon evil times and be sufficiently amenable to temptation of a sinister sort.
And at last one day he saw Elizabeth go in, and thereby his passion was renewed. So in the fullness of time the complicated devices of Bindon ripened, and he could go to Mwres and tell him that the young people were near despair. "It's time for you," he said, "to let your parental affections have play.
"Speaking of these historical romances," said Mwres, with an attempt at an easy, off-hand manner, "brings me ah to the matter I ah had in mind when I asked you when I expressed a wish to see you." He paused and took a deep breath. The hypnotist turned an attentive eye upon him, and continued eating. "The fact is," said Mwres, "I have a in fact a daughter.
And as Mwres seated himself before his elegant repast, the invisible orchestra, which had been resting during an interval, resumed and filled the air with music. But Mwres did not display any great interest either in his breakfast or the music; his eye wandered incessantly about the hall, as though he expected a belated guest.
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