“So now they declare in their bold way that all clever folk have a brane sickness on the lines of a drain stoppage (if you will excuse me) and he was artful-like pumping me to try and find out what had stopped the drain.”
“Oh!” With a yell Selia lept from the bed.
“Calm yourself Selia” said her Harold, preparing to rise from his couch, “for you know what bad form it is to show emoshun. And all these adventers of mine are very smart indeed.”
“Smart? How smart?” snapt she quivering with distres partly from the snub she had had.
“Sit down dear Selia” he said with a cool [107] ]drorl, “and I will tell you how for you know we must let nothing get past us even if it is only a sickness.”
“Too true” she said subsidising somewhat and becoming seated though at a distance.
“Well I think this must be very like the latest craze of all” he said passing his hand over his brow and settling again on the bed, “though come too soon in my career as it is more fitted to those who are played out whereas I am only at the post as you might say and in my first flush. Still there is no saying but it is smart.”
So Selia came and sat again on the bed’s side while her love got it off his chest which is always a good thing even in high life.
“Well this old meddiko kept on at me and on and on and I began to get sleepy because it was hot and there was a blue-bottel buzzing. I do not know what I said but he was very interested. Suddenly he sprang up. ‘Eureka’ [108] ]he cried, and began pacing up and down and down and up till I went quite swimmy. So then it all came out.”
“And what was it” inquired Selia all agag.