“Yes.”
“How long ago?”
“About an hour.”
Again the thin abdomen shook.
“Sir Clifford, the truth is in him. Couldn’t I have a messmate or two down to meet him?”
Sir Clifford smiled and shook his head.
“Gad, you let those bores below see me, and ten minutes of them is worse for me than an hour of this rascal.”
Again Sir Clifford smiled and shook his head. “Mahan, this famous astrologer who is laying down the law to me is only a knight, but he takes his title like what an old don in my college once chanced to call a kinquering cong.”
“Bully!” laughed Marvin.
“I like to hear you laugh, lad. You’re a chemist, and I should like to hear you tell Sir Clifford that all his talk about controlling a heart by will power is the very sublimation of rot.”