The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 2, August 1843Various
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The Knickerbocker, Vol. 22, No. 2, August 1843
Various
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There was a show of civility in the wording of this request; but the
tone and manner were as peremptory as in his abrupt order to the
boy; and it was obeyed with such nervous alacrity that Kornicker
succeeded not only in fulfilling it, but in burning his own finger;
whereupon he placed the candle on the mantel-piece, and blew upon
the afflicted member with great vociferation.
'Ah!' said Rust, his thin lip curling, 'it's a pity; especially as
it's entirely gratuitous. I asked you to light the candle, not your
finger.'
Kornicker stopped abruptly, and probably somewhat stimulated by the
pain, advanced a step toward him; and looking him steadily in the
face, said: 'Thunder! man; let me tell you----'
'Certainly,' interrupted Rust, bowing with his hand on his heart,
and his eyes closed, with an expression of profound humility, 'tell
me whatever you please; I shall be delighted to obtain information
of any kind. Michael Rust is always in search of knowledge, _Pray_
go on with your communication. From its opening I should think that
it was on the subject of atmospheric electricity; though perhaps it
may treat of burns, or candles, or even of dinner parties for four;
or of the various modes of keeping promises; or perhaps you intend
to show some new process by which a dinner contract for one may be
made to include five. The world's improving; perhaps mathematical
calculations are advancing also, and I may be behind the age. But
no matter; whatever it is, emanating from such a source as Mr.
Kornicker, Mr. Edward Kornicker, it must be valuable. Go on, Edward.
My _dear_ Edward; _do_ go on. Bless me! how slow you are!'
Kornicker, completely staggered by the list of topics which Rust
enumerated, each of which was foreign to what he had to say, and
each of which suggested something disagreeable, stared at him for a
moment or two in sore perplexity; and then, instead of continuing
his remarks, merely shook his head, muttered something between his
teeth about 'a hard horse to ride,' and finding that blowing had not
assuaged the pain of his finger, had recourse to the other usual
remedy; and putting it in his mouth, sucked it apparently with much
satisfaction.
'You do not proceed,' said Rust, after waiting with an air of
profound attention; 'I'm sorry, _very_ sorry; for I've no doubt
that we've lost much. You shouldn't have been diffident; you had
quite a small audience; only two; one of them a boy, and the other
an old fool, you know; and we would have made all allowance for
youthful embarrassment.'
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