"
"Indeed!" said Mrs. Merillia, trying nobly to remain social. "How very
curious!"
"We worship it in summer," continued Mr. Sagittarius. "In the sultry
season it soothes and calms us."
"Then it is quite tame?"
"At that time of year, but in winter nights it is sometimes almost
wild."
"Ah, I daresay. They often are, I know."
"The architects and their wives love it as we do."
"Do they? How very fortunate!"
"We should hate to miss it even for a moment."
"Oh, Mr. Vivian!" whispered Lady Julia, "this is dreadful. I'm almost
sure he's brought it with him."
"No, no. It's not alive."
"A dead mouse!"
"It's a river."
"A river! But he said it was a mouse."
"It's both. Mr. Sagittarius," added the Prophet, in a loud and desperate
tone of voice, "you'll find this champagne quite dry. You needn't be
afraid of it."
"Did you get it from by the rabbit shop, sir?" asked Mr. Sagittarius,
lifting his glass. "I ordered a dozen in, only the day before
yesterday."
Lady Julia began to tremble.
"I see," she whispered to the Prophet. "His mania is about animals."
Meanwhile the Prophet had made a warning face at Mr. Sagittarius, who
suddenly remembered his danger and subsided, glancing uneasily at
Sir Tiglath, whose intention of addressing him had been momentarily
interfered with by a sweetbread masked in a puree of spinach.
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