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Why was everybody so violent, so extreme in their views? Marten repeated: "Sanidin?" "It might be sanidin in places," replied Denis. "I do know a little something about crystals, Marten. "Ruskin. Good god! He's not a man; he's an emetic. But you never answered my first question. You always hit upon sanidin. Why?" "Oh, I don't know. It's rather a pretty word, don't you think?
I wonder what you can see in the man?" "I rather like him," said Denis. "He knows what he wants." "That is not enough, my young friend!" replied Marten with decision. "A fellow must want something sensible." "What do you call sensible?" "Sanidin, and things like that. Things with pretty names. Eh, Phipps?" Denis said nothing. His friend continued jovially: "The tavern mood is upon me.
That was why he had taken to Edgar Marten, the antithesis of himself, bright but dogmatic, a slovenly little plebeian but a man who after all had a determined, definite point of view. Denis repeated: "Sanidin?" "Let's have a look at it then," said Marten condescendingly, "though I can't say I'm in a geological temper this morning. The south wind seems to rot one's intelligence somehow.
It would do for a Christian name. Girls' names are so terribly commonplace. They are always Marjorie, or something. If I had a daughter, I should call her Sanidin." "You're not likely to find yourself in that position at this rate. If I had a daughter, I know perfectly well what I should call her." "What?" "Angelina." "You would?" asked Denis slowly. "And why?"
I tell you what, Phipps, Female Emancipation is going to do away with a lot of cant and idealism. Knock the silly male on the head. There'll be an end of your chastity-worship, once women are fairly started on the game. They won't put up with it." "Disgusting," said Denis. "Go on." "I'm done. What, sanidin again?" Denis still held the stone in his hand. He was thinking, however, of other things.
Hand it here. Sanidin be blowed! It's specular iron. Now I wonder why you should hit upon sanidin? Why?" He, too, did not pause for a reply. He turned his glance once more down the steep hill-side which they had climbed with a view to exploring some instructive exposure of the rock. Marten intended to utilize the site as a text for a lay sermon. Arrived on the spot they had sat down.
It was rather convenient for the Count to be able to pass, just then, for a dreamer. As a matter of fact, he was an extremely practical old gentleman. "Sanidin?" queried Denis almost flippantly, as he held up a fragment of rock. He was not particularly eager to hear Marten's answer.
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