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Updated: June 13, 2025
What had passed between them neither he nor Zora would afterwards relate; but Wiggleswick spent the whole of that night and the following days in unremitting industry, so that the house became spick and span as his own well-remembered prison cells.
Zora looked inquiringly at Septimus, who explained dis cursively. Zora renounced Paris. She would wait for Emmy. For the time being the incident was closed. Septimus, in his hospitality, offered tea. "I'll get it for you," said Zora. "It will be a good opportunity to speak sweetly to Wiggleswick." She swept out of the room; the two men lit cigarettes and smoked for a while in silence.
Oldrieve impressed on his memory a recipe for an omelette which he was to convey verbally to Wiggleswick, although he confessed that the only omelette that Wiggleswick had tried to make they had used for months afterwards as a kettle-holder; but Emmy did not prattle.
I buried it in the front garden." A vague smile passed on his face like a pale gleam of light over water on a cloudy day. "Wiggleswick is deaf. He couldn't hear it." "He's a lazy scoundrel," said Sypher. "I wonder you don't sack him." Septimus licked a hanging strip of cigar-end into position he could never smoke a cigar properly and lit it for the third time.
"What?" bawled Wiggleswick. Septimus repeated his remark in a louder voice. "If I had to wash myself in cold water," said Wiggleswick contemptuously, "I'd do it on an empty stomach." "But if the water were warm?" "Well, the water ain't warm, so it's no good speculating." "Dear me," said Septimus. "Now that's just what I enjoy doing." Wiggleswick grunted. "I'll turn on the tap and leave it."
But Septimus ate his food unconcernedly, and afterwards, mounting to the library, threw himself into a chair before the fire and slept the sleep of the depraved till Wiggleswick arrived with his clothes. Then, having effected an outward semblance of decency, he went to the Ravenswood Hotel. Wiggleswick he sent back to Nunsmere.
I'm just jiggered," said he. "I'm delighted to hear it," murmured Septimus. "Bring me my shaving-water." "Are you going to get up?" asked Wiggleswick in a tone of disgusted incredulity. "Yes." "Then you'll be wanting breakfast." "Oh, no," said Septimus, with the wan smile that sometimes flickered over his features, "afternoon tea will do with some bacon and eggs and things."
"When you laugh you show such a deuce of a lot of gum like Wiggleswick," said he. The baby made no reply. The conversation languished. Septimus bent down to examine the tooth, and the baby clutched a tiny fistful of upstanding hair as a reaper clutches a handful of wheat. Septimus smiled and kissed the little crinkled, bubbly lips and fell into a reverie. William Octavius went fast asleep.
Sypher clapped him on the shoulder and called him his dear, generous fellow. But how could he accept? "They're not all rot," said Septimus pleadingly. "There's a patent corkscrew which works beautifully. Wiggleswick always uses it." Sypher laughed. "Well, I'll tell you what we can do. We can get a syndicate together to run the Dix inventions, and pay you royalties on sales."
The Great Bear put me in mind. Wiggleswick wants to keep bees. I tell him, if he does, I'll keep a bear. He could eat the honey, you see. And then I could teach him to dance by playing the bassoon to him. Perhaps he would like the bassoon," he continued, after a pause, in his wistful way. "Nobody else does." "If you had it with you now, I should love it for your sake," said Emmy with a sob.
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