The trio were in deep consultation when I joined them, but all hailed me
with evident relief, and Sheldon distinguished himself as usual. He
hoped they had not disturbed my “gentle slumbers,” as all agreed I
needed rest and quiet after the “exhaustive attempt to cipher such a
disheartening, complicated, enigmatical, mysterious what?” which made in
comparison the most scientific problems diversion. He cautioned me
against “invading the climatic disorders of the mighty feminine, as
explorers in that realm dazed by rudimental desire, always reached such
pitifully befuddled climaxes.”
“And, Sally,” he continued, “though we have discovered a new portion of
the globe, the inhabitants present a very familiar appearance. The
feminine species were discovered long ago and are produced in vast
numbers on our continent with similar unsatisfactory results; also——”
“I passed the evening with our beautiful hostess,” I interrupted, cold,
dignified.
“And I missed the preliminaries,” he wailed; “the great act where the
intellectual divinity absorbs her—ahem—first experience. But there’s
time——”
“Now, now, now,” interposed Saxe., “let the boy alone; it’s his
affliction and makes him happy.”
“Yes,” echoed Saunders, “let him alone, the ailment will cure itself, it
always does.”
Their winks and ill-concealed, struggling laughter exasperated me and,
threatening to be even, I roared that I madly loved the beautiful
Centaurian.
“We haven’t contradicted you,” purred Sheldon soothingly; “but your
astonishing frankness relieves much anxiety. We doubted your sentiments
toward the very handsome lady—you will survive.”
Then they let it out, boisterously, derisively. Vainly I protested; the
more I raged the wilder grew their mirth, till suddenly realizing they
joshed me, believing raillery a sure cure for the tender malady; also,
that each would take turns thrashing any one who dared harass me as they
were doing, I dropped chivalry and resignedly joined in the sport. All
sobered up instantly and Saxe., understanding (he always did), plunged
into an account of their adventures.
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