“Which of us have you come to see?” asked Philemon at length, seeing the conversation had suddenly come to a standstill.
“Both of you. You have no objection, Philemon?”
“None. Why have you come?”
“I have come for no particular reason. Time was dragging on my hands, which is a new experience for me, or perhaps my wife is growing ill and longs for the edelweiss of heaven.”
“I never saw her after all,” I said.
“No. Philemon, why do you look at me with such a disagreeable minuteness?”
“I am trying to solve what relationship Genius bears to you.”
“You had best put it under a microscope.”
“Is it so small then?”
“Undoubtedly. What relationship should he bear to me? He has come from earth, a place I never visit.”