Mr. Sagittarius started, as if suddenly recalled to mundane matters.
“Get it at the Stores,” he said. “In the astronomical department.”
“Very well.”
“Having done so, and keeping the old lady perpetually in your mind, you will place her in the claws of the crab—”
“What!”
“Mentally, sir, mentally, of course.”
“Oh.”
“And, allowing for the natural effect of the scorpion and serpent upon one of her venerable age—”
“Good Heavens!”
“When close round her, as they will be—but you will observe that for yourself—”