But Jane don't. Fur that chair swings clear around and there sets the perfessor. He's all hunched up and caved in and he's rubbing his eyes like he's just woke up recent, and he's got a grin on to his face that makes him look like his sister Estelle looks all the time.
“Excuse me,” says the perfessor.
They both swings around and faces him. I can hear my heart bumping. Jane never says a word. The man with the brown beard never says a word. But if they felt like me they both felt like laying right down there and having a fit. They looks at him and he just sets there and grins at them.
But after a while Jane, she says:
“Well, now you know! What are you going to do about it?”
Henry, he starts to say something, too. But——
“Don't start anything,” says the perfessor to him. “You aren't going to do anything.” Or they was words to that effect.
“Professor Booth,” he says, seeing he has got to say something or else Jane will think the worse of him, “I am——”
“Shut up,” says the perfessor, real quiet. “I'll tend to you in a minute or two. You don't count for much. This thing is mostly between me and my wife.”
When he talks so decided I thinks mebby that perfessor has got something into him beside science after all. Jane, she looks kind o' surprised herself. But she says nothing, except: