The mummy and Miss Nitocris : a phantasy of the fourth dimensionGriffith, George Chetwynd
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The mummy and Miss Nitocris : a phantasy of the fourth dimension
Griffith, George Chetwynd
Fantasy fiction; Mummies -- Fiction; Supernatural -- Fiction
"----named Phadrig. The Prince assures me that he is not a
conjurer in the professional sense, and would be deeply insulted
to be called one; also that no amount of money would induce him to
give a display of his powers just _for_ money. He will come to-day,
if you like, and do wonderful things, which, from what the Prince
says, will astonish and perhaps frighten us a bit, but only because
the Prince once saved his life and got him out of a very bad place
he had got into with a Turkish Pascha. Now, that is my little
story. Please 'phone me as soon as you can so that I can let the
Prince know. It will be just too sweet of you and the Professor to
say 'yes.'
--Your devoted chum, BRENDA."
"Well, Dad," she asked, as she put the letter down, "what do you say?"
"Just what you want to say, my dear Niti," he replied, carefully
spreading some marmalade on a triangle of toast "Personally, I must
confess that I should rather like to see some of this so-called
magician's alleged magic. I know that some of these fellows are
extraordinarily clever, and I have no doubt that he will show us
something interesting, if you care to see it."
"Then that settles it," said Nitocris, rising; "I will go and ring up
the Savoy at once. Perhaps the Egyptian gentleman might be able to help
you with that Forty-Seventh Proposition problem of Professor Hartley's."
"Perhaps," answered Franklin Marmion drily, and went on with his
breakfast.
CHAPTER X
THE STAGE FILLS
The party which gradually assembled on the lawn about four was somewhat
small, but very select. Nitocris had too much common sense and too much
real consideration for her friends and acquaintances to get together a
mere mob of well-dressed people of probably incompatible tastes and
temperament, and call it a party. She disliked an elbowing crowd and a
clatter of fashionably shrill tongues with all the aversion of a
delicately developed sensibility. No consideration of rank or social
power or wealth had the slightest weight with her when she was
distributing cards of invitation, wherefore the said cards were all the
more eagerly awaited by those who did, and did not, get them. The result
of this in the present case was that, although every one accepted and
came, rather less than fifty people had the run of the broad lawns and
the leafy wilderness about them on that momentous afternoon.
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