CHAPTER VI.
THE GREAT CHANGE.
The Bacillus of Beauty! Was the poor man insane? Had much study made of him a monomaniac babbling in a dream of absurdities? Do you wonder that I doubted?
And yet—the thought flashed through my mind that things almost as strange have become the commonplace. I had seen the bones of my own hand through the veiling flesh. I had listened to a voice a thousand miles away. I had seen insects cut in two, grafted together, head of one and tail of another, and living. I had seen many, many marvels which science has wrought along the lines of evolution. And yet—
My dream; my desire always! If it could be!
As I stared open-mouthed at the Professor, he began once more:—
"T'e danger, t'e risk—t'ere is none. You shall see. It is as harmless as—"
"Never mind about that!" I interrupted. "How would I look? Would it change me totally? Would I really be the most beautiful?—"
I stopped, blushing at my own eagerness.