"By Jove!" I cried. "This is going to be some experiment, Gran'pa! Think of it! You're ninety-five—packed with memories and experiences; crammed full of calm common-sense, a sort of perambulating encyclopædia of acquired knowledge—the most valuable form of wisdom in the world—but at present, you are hopelessly handicapped by physical disabilities. Your senses are deadened, your mind is stupefied, your . . ."
"Gently, George!"
But I couldn't help it. The possibilities underlying that rejuvenescence were so great that the mere contemplation of them carried me away.
"Remove all those degenerative influences, those bodily encumbrances," I went on, "and you have MIND triumphant. Even as you are, you're a wonderful old man, but with youth on your side . . ."
"You flatter me, George! But it certainly is going to be a BIG THING!"
I was going to say more, but at that moment Nanny entered with the first instalment of dinner.
"We'll begin to-morrow," I said.
Nanny stared at me in amazement, the tray trembling in her hands.
"I was speaking to Gran'pa," I explained.
She put the tray down and looked at both of us a little doubtfully.