"How much do I have to pay?"
"Why, Professor--" we began quickly. Then we checked
ourselves. After all was it right to undeceive him, this
quiet, absorbed man of science with his ideals, his atoms
and his emanations. No, a hundred times no. Let him pay
a hundred times.
"It will cost you," we said very firmly, "ten dollars."
The Professor began groping among his apparatus. We knew
that he was looking for his purse.
"We should like also very much," we said, "to insert your
picture along with the article--"
"Would that cost much?" he asked.
"No, that is only five dollars."
The Professor had meantime found his purse.
"Would it be all right," he began, "that is, would you
mind if I pay you the money now? I am apt to forget."
"Quite all right," we answered. We said good-bye very
gently and passed out. We felt somehow as if we had
touched a higher life. "Such," we murmured, as we looked
about the ancient campus, "are the men of science: are
there, perhaps, any others of them round this morning
that we might interview?"
IV. WITH OUR TYPICAL NOVELISTS
Edwin and Ethelinda Afterthought--Husband and Wife--In
their Delightful Home Life.
It was at their beautiful country place on the Woonagansett
that we had the pleasure of interviewing the Afterthoughts.
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