Человек-невидимка
At Port Stowe
"What'sup?"saidthemariner,concerned.
"Toothache,"saidMr.Marvel,andputhishandtohisear. Hecaughtholdofhisbooks. "Imustbegettingon,Ithink,"hesaid.Heedgedinacuriouswayalongtheseatawayfromhisinterlocutor. "Butyouwasjusta-goingtotellmeaboutthishereInvisibleMan!"protestedthemariner. Mr.Marvelseemedtoconsultwithhimself. "Hoax,"saidaVoice. "It'sahoax,"saidMr.Marvel.
"Butit'sinthepaper,"saidthemariner.
"Hoaxallthesame,"saidMarvel. "Iknowthechapthatstartedthelie.Thereain'tnoInvisibleManwhatsoever—Blimey."
"Buthow'boutthispaper?D'youmeantosay—?"
"Notawordofit,"saidMarvel,stoutly.
Themarinerstared,paperinhand.Mr.Marveljerkilyfacedabout. "Waitabit,"saidthemariner,risingandspeakingslowly,"D'youmeantosay—?"
"Ido,"saidMr.Marvel.
"Thenwhydidyouletmegoonandtellyouallthisblarstedstuff,then? Whatd'yermeanbylettingamanmakeafoolofhimselflikethatfor?Eh?"
Mr.Marvelblewouthischeeks.Themarinerwassuddenlyveryredindeed;heclenchedhishands. "Ibeentalkingherethistenminutes,"hesaid;"andyou,youlittlepot-bellied,leathery-facedsonofanoldboot,couldn'thavetheelementarymanners—"
"Don'tyoucomebandyingwordswithme,"saidMr.Marvel.
"Bandyingwords!I'majollygoodmind—"
