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Chapter 21 — Mr. Bedford at Littlestone
Icanassureyou,you’reinatamemorabletime.ButIcan’tmakeitcleartoyounow—it’simpossible.IgiveyoumywordofhonourI’vecomefromthemoon,andthat’sallIcantellyou....Allthesame,I’mtremendouslyobligedtoyou,youknow,tremendously.Ihopethatmymannerhasn’tinanywaygivenyouoffence.”
“Oh,notintheleast!”saidtheyoungestyoungmanaffably.“Wecanquiteunderstand,”andstaringhardatmeallthetime,heheeledhischairbackuntilitverynearlyupset,andrecoveredwithsomeexertion.“Notabitofit,”saidthefatyoungman.
“Don’tyouimaginethat!”andtheyallgotupanddispersed,andwalkedaboutandlitcigarettes,andgenerallytriedtoshowtheywereperfectlyamiableanddisengaged,andentirelyfreefromtheslightestcuriosityaboutmeandthesphere.“I’mgoingtokeepaneyeonthatshipoutthereallthesame,”Iheardoneofthemremarkinginanundertone.Ifonlytheycouldhaveforcedthemselvestoit,theywould,Ibelieve,evenhavegoneoutandleftme.Iwentonwithmythirdegg.
“Theweather,”thefatlittlemanremarkedpresently,“hasbeenimmense,hasitnot?Idon’tknowwhenwehavehadsuchasummer.”
Phoo-whizz!Likeatremendousrocket!
Andsomewhereawindowwasbroken....
“What’sthat?”saidI.
“Itisn’t—?”criedthelittleman,andrushedtothecornerwindow.
Alltheothersrushedtothewindowlikewise.Isatstaringatthem.
SuddenlyIleaptup,knockedovermythirdegg,rushedforthewindowalso.Ihadjustthoughtofsomething.
