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"That seems a very good idea," said Zora judicially. But Septimus looked dissatisfied. "I wanted to give them to Sypher," said he. Zora reminded him laughingly that he would have to provide for the future member of Parliament's election expenses. The royalties would come in handy. She could not take Septimus's inventions seriously. But Sypher spoke of them later in his enthusiastic way.
Septimus's hand shook a little as he fitted the tail to the hollow bit of china dog-end. It was sweet to be loved, although it was bitter to be loved in a sort of way. Even a man like Septimus Dix has his feelings. He had to hide them. "You make me very happy," he said. "Your caring so much for me as to wish me to marry your sister, I shall never forget it.
She turned an appealing glance to Septimus. "Did I say anything silly?" When he told her that she had slipped over the arm of the chair without a word, she looked relieved and closed her eyes. As soon as she had revived sufficiently she allowed herself to be led up-stairs; but before going she pressed Septimus's hand with feverish significance.
She looked flushed, resolute, indignant, and, on seeing Sypher, she paused for a second on the threshold. Then she entered. Sypher took up his hat and stick. "No, no. You had better stay. You may help us. I suppose you know all about it." Septimus's heart sank. He knew what "it" meant. "Yes, Sypher knows. I told him."
A bundle of proofs and a jam-pot containing a dissipated looking rosebud lay on that space of the table not occupied by the double-elephant sheet of paper. By his side was a manuscript covered with calculations to which he referred or added from time to time. A bleak November light came in through the window, and Septimus's chair was on the right-hand side of the table.
"But I don't see now," he cried, "how I can ask you to marry me. I don't even know how I'm to earn my living." "There are Septimus's inventions. Have you lost your faith in them?" He cried with sudden enthusiasm, as who should say, if an Immortal has faith in them, then indeed must they be divine: "Do you believe in them now?" "Utterly. I've grown superstitious, too.
Cousin Jane threw up her hands. "Oh, for goodness' sake, don't let him come here! I couldn't bear the sight of him." Sypher looked inquiringly at Mrs. Oldrieve. "It has been a great shock to me," said the gentle lady. "It will take time to get over it. Perhaps he had better wait a little." Sypher walked home in a wrathful mood. Ostracism was to be added to Septimus's crown of martyrdom.
"A fine fellow, your friend, an intelligent fellow " said Sypher, watching him. "He's going to be a waiter," said Septimus. "Now that he has had his heels rubbed with the cure he may be more ambitious. A valuable fellow, for having given me a stupendous idea but a bit indiscreet, eh? Never mind," he added, seeing the piteous look on Septimus's face. "I'll have discretion for the two of us.
A couple of hours before the train started she dispatched Turner to Septimus's hotel to remind him of the journey. Turner, a strong-minded woman of forty like the oyster she had been crossed in love and like her mistress she held men in high contempt returned with an indignant tale. After a series of parleyings with Mr.
He entered Septimus's requirements in a book and assured him that at the appointed hour an omnibus would be waiting outside the house in the Boulevard Raspail. Septimus thought him a person of marvelous intellect and gave him five francs.
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