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Horace hardly dared to meet Beevor's eyes, which were fixed upon the green-turbaned Jinnee, as he stood apart in dreamy abstraction, smiling placidly to himself. "I say," Beevor said to Horace, at last, in an undertone, "you never told me you had gone into partnership." "He's not a regular partner," whispered Ventimore; "he does odd things for me occasionally, that's all."
It was this precise moment which Beevor, who was probably unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, chose to re-enter the room. "Oh, Ventimore," he began, "did I leave my ?... I beg your pardon. I thought you were alone again." "Don't go, sir," said Mr. Wackerbath, as he scrambled awkwardly to his feet, his usually florid face mottled in grey and lilac.
"Anthony, love," she said, as she knocked gently at the door, "I've brought Horace Ventimore to see you for a few moments, if he may." It seemed from the sounds of furious snorting and stamping within, that the Professor resented this intrusion on his privacy.
Most men on suddenly finding themselves in possession of such enormous wealth would have felt some elation. Ventimore, as we have seen, was merely exasperated. And, although this attitude of his may strike the reader as incomprehensible or absolutely wrong-headed, he had more reason on his side than might appear at a first view.
"I fell in love with your daughter, sir, the first day I met her only I felt I had no right, as a poor man with no prospects, to speak to her or you at that time." "A very creditable feeling but I've yet to learn why you should have overcome it." So, for the third time, Ventimore told the story of the sudden turn in his fortunes. "I know this Mr.
"These reasons are of no value," said Fakrash, "and if thou hast none better " "Well," said Ventimore, "I think I have. You profess to be anxious to to requite the trifling service I rendered you, though hitherto, you'll admit yourself, you haven't made a very brilliant success of it.
"O thou of little sense and breeding!" he cried, in a loud voice; "how camest thou to deliver the bottle in which I was confined into the hands of this learned man?" Ventimore, startled as he was, did not lose his self-possession. "My dear sir," he said, "I did not suppose you could have any further use for it.
"There appears to have been some misunderstanding, my dear Ventimore," explained Beevor, with a studious correctness which was only a shade less offensive than open triumph. "I think I'd better leave you and this gentleman to talk it over quietly." "Quietly?" exclaimed Mr. Wackerbath, with an apoplectic snort; "quietly!!" "I've no idea what you are so excited about, sir," said Horace.
"But the sun is already high. Arise, my son, put on these robes" and with this he flung on the bed the magnificent raiment which Ventimore had last worn on the night of his disastrous entertainment "and when thou hast broken thy fast, prepare to accompany me." "Before I agree to that," said Horace, sitting up in bed, "I should like to know where you're taking me to."
Then came a low, rumbling sound, with a shock like a mild earthquake: the slender pillars swayed under their horseshoe arches; the big hanging-lanterns went out; the walls narrowed, and the floor heaved and rose till Ventimore found himself up in his own familiar sitting-room once more, in the dark.
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