“Not a stump.”
“Prom his will, he seems to have lived single.”
“Yes: Bardianna never sought to improve upon nature; a bachelor he was born, and a bachelor he died.”
“According to the best accounts, how did he depart, Babbalanja?” asked Mohi.
“With a firm lip, and his hand on his heart, old man.”
“His last words?”
“Calmer, and better!”
“Where think you, he is now?”
“In his Ponderings. And those, my lord, we all inherit; for like the great chief of Romara, who made a whole empire his legatee; so, great authors have all Mardi for an heir.”