The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second CenturyLoudon, Mrs. (Jane)
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The Mummy! A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century
Loudon, Mrs. (Jane)
Feminist fiction; Science fiction; Twenty-second century -- Fiction
"Then that box contains my portable galvanic battery; that, my
apparatus for making and collecting the inflammable air; and that, my
machine for producing and concentrating the quicksilver vapour, which
is to serve as the propelling power to urge us onwards, in the place of
steam; and these bladders are filled with laughing gas, for the sole
purpose of keeping up our spirits."
"The three first will be useful," said Edric; "but I will positively
have no more."
"Adieu! adieu! then, my precious treasures!" exclaimed the doctor,
looking sorrowfully around: "Dear offspring of my cares! children of my
mind! and must I leave you to some rude hand, which, heedless of your
inestimable worth, may scatter your beauties to the winds? Alas! alas!"
"Breakfast is ready, and my lord is waiting!" interrupted the shrill
voice of one of Lord Gustavus's servants.
"Then we must go!" said the doctor; and the rest of his pathetic
lamentation remained for ever buried in his own bosom.
Lord Gustavus was already seated when they entered the room, with
two gentlemen, whom he introduced to our travellers as Lord Noodle
and Lord Doodle. These noble lords were both counsellors of state as
well as their illustrious host, and had attained that high honour in
exactly the same way, viz. they had both succeeded their respective
fathers. It is not easy to be very diffuse in their description, as
they were members of that honourable and numerous fraternity, who
never take the trouble of judging for themselves, but contentedly
swim with the stream, whichever way it may flow, and have nothing
about them to distinguish them in the slightest degree from the crowd.
Lord Gustavus was at present their leading star, and they might very
appropriately be termed his satellites. Thus, when any new idea was
started, they cautiously refrained from giving an opinion till they
found what _he_ thought of it:--they would then look wise, shake their
heads, and say, "Exactly so!" "Certainly!" "Nobody can doubt it!"
or some of those other convenient _ripieno_ phrases, which fill up
so agreeably the pauses in the conversation, without requiring any
troublesome exertion of the mental powers of either the hearer or the
speaker. These gentlemen had now visited Lord Gustavus, for the purpose
of accompanying him and Edric to the Queen's levee, and as soon as
they had taken breakfast, the whole party, with the exception of Dr.
Entwerfen, proceeded to court.
When arrived there, however, they found the Queen had not yet
risen. "Her Majesty is late this morning," observed Lord Maysworth,
a gentleman loaded with orders and decorations, addressing Lord
Gustavus:--"I am not surprised," said his lordship, "for her most
gracious Majesty told me the other day, that she has slept badly for
some time."
"Which, of course, caused you great grief?" asked Dr. Hardman, a
little, satirical-looking gentleman in a bob-wig.
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