“And what then?”
He glanced at me quickly with his gleaming eyes and replied with one short word, which cut the air before my face:
“Will. ”
“And...the current of high pressure?”
Magnus smiled patronizingly:
“I am very glad that you remember my words so well, Wondergood. They may be of use to you some day.”
Cursed dog. I felt so much like striking him that I—bowed particularly low and politely. But he restrained me with a gracious gesture, pointing to a chair:
“Where are you going, Wondergood? Sit down. We have seen so little of each other of late. How is your health?”
“Fine, thank you. And how is the health of Signorina Maria?”
“Not particularly good. But it’s a trifle. A few more days of waiting and you.... So you like the museums, Wondergood? There was a time when I, too, gave them much time and feeling. Yes, I remember, I remember.... Don’t you find, Wondergood, that man, in mass, is a repulsive being?”