“The science of life. But I must say, the name, as now applied, is no indication of the thing signified.”
“How, then, is a gentleman to know what it is?” said Mr. Arnold, half pettishly, and forgetting that his knowledge had not extended even to the interpretation of the name.
“It is one of the sciences, true or false, connected with animal magnetism.”
“Bah!” exclaimed Mr. Arnold, rather rudely.
“You would have said so, if you had heard the lecture,” said Funkelstein.
The conversation had not taken this turn till quite late in the dining ceremony. Euphra rose to go; and Hugh remarked that her face was dreadfully pale. But she walked steadily out of the room.
This interrupted the course of the talk, and the subject was not resumed. Immediately after tea, which was served very soon, Funkelstein took his leave of the ladies.
“We shall be glad to see you often while in this neighbourhood,” said Mr. Arnold, as he bade him good night.
“I shall, without fail, do myself the honour of calling again soon,” replied he, and bowed himself out.
Lady Emily, evidently relieved by his departure, rose, and, approaching Euphra, said, in a sweet coaxing tone, which even she could hardly have resisted: