Prof. Exactly! Observe the soft, almost watery condition of that gray matter. What is the inevitable consequence?
Matt. I couldn't quite say—whom did that gray matter belong to?
Prof. Harriet Poy.
Matt. I don't remember Harriet——
Prof. The Pyromaniac. At the age of four set fire to her mother's bed. At twelve was found saturating blankets with petroleum; at sixteen fired three hayricks, for which she was sentenced to six months' imprisonment.
Matt. Poor Harriet! But of course if her gray matter went and got watery——
Prof. Just so! I maintain that with her gray matter in that condition it was a stupid crime to send her to prison.
Dolly. [Looking round from desk.] But what are we to do with people whose gray matter goes wrong?
Prof. I propose to deal with that question at Edinburgh. [To Matt.] You might, perhaps, care to run down to Edinburgh for my lectures——
Matt. I should love it above all things; but the fact is, I'm so thoroughly of your opinion——