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The young man gravitated instinctively toward the bookcases. His expert eye swept over the titles, and his gloom lightened a little. "You have some fair light reading here, I see," he said, plucking out a richly bound volume of Lecky's History of European Morals. Nicolovius, who was observing him closely, smiled to himself. "Ah, yes.
And unbroken leisure, too, for of course Nicolovius would bear all expenses, and he himself would fly from all remunerative work as from the Black Death. Nay more, the old chap would very likely be willing to pay him a salary for his society, or at least, see that he was kept well supplied with everything he needed books to demolish like this one under his arm, and ...
What, oh, what was the use of trying?... "Ah, Mr. Queed well met! Won't you stop in and see me a little while? You're enormously busy, I know but possibly I can find something to interest you in my poor little collection of books." Nicolovius, coming up the stairs, had met Queed coming down, pad in hand.
It was known in the boarding-house that the remodeling of the Second Hall Back into a private bathroom for Nicolovius had been done at his own expense, and rumor had it that for his two rooms his "suite," as Mrs. Paynter called it he paid down the sum of eighteen dollars weekly. The bed-sitting-room into which he now ushered his guest was the prettiest room ever seen by Mr.
He was struck with the fact that Nicolovius had described exactly the sort of living arrangement that he himself most earnestly desired. "I should have made the move last year," continued Nicolovius, pulling at his auburn mustaches, "except that well, I am more sensitive to my loneliness as I grow older, and the fact was that I lacked a congenial companion to share a pleasanter home with."
But as his eye went round the pretty, dim-lit room, he could not help contrasting it with the bleak Scriptorium above, and he added with a change of tone and a sigh: "You appear wonderfully comfortable here." Nicolovius shrugged. "So-so," he said indifferently. "However, I shall make a move before long." "Indeed?"
It was Queed's lifelong habit never to look back with vain regrets; and he needed all of his resolution now. He stood in front of the man whose terrible secret he had surprised, and outwardly he was as calm as ever. "Professor Nicolovius," he said, with a faint emphasis upon the name, "all this is as though it had never passed between us. And now let's go and get some supper."
Nicolovius instantly sprang up and went over to poke the fire; he came back directly, smiling easily and pulling at his long cigar. "Ah, well! Forgive the saddening reminiscences of an old man not a common weakness with me, I assure you. May I say, Mr.
Queed would resume the conversation which her exclamation had interrupted. But he spoke of quite a different matter, a faint cloud on his intelligent brow. "You should hear Professor Nicolovius on these veterans of yours." "What does he say about them? Something hateful, I'm sure."
You ought to compliment me for going." "I don't find anything in the tenets of my religion that requires you to go off and room-keep with Professor Nicolovius." "You do not? It is a tremendous kindness to him, I assure you. To have a place of his own has long been his dream, he tells me; but he cannot afford it without the financial assistance I would give.
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