This remark had a very striking effect upon Sir Tiglath, an effect
indeed so striking that it held Mrs. Merillia, Lady Enid and the Prophet
in a condition of paralytic expectation for at least three minutes by
the grandmother’s clock in the corner of the drawing-room.
The venerable astronomer was already very stout in person and very
inflamed in appearance. But at this point in the discourse he suddenly
became so very much stouter and so very much more inflamed, that his
audience of three gazed upon him rather as little children gaze upon
dough which has been set by the cook to “rise” and which is fulfilling
its mission with an unexpected, and indeed intemperate, vivacity.
Their eyes grew round, their features rigid, their hands tense, their
attitudes expectant. Leaning forward, they stared upon Sir Tiglath with
an unwinking fixity and preternatural determination that was almost
entirely infantine. And while they did so he continued slowly to expand
in size and to deepen in colour until mortality seemed to drop from
him. He ceased to be a man and became a phenomenon, a purple thing that
journeyed towards some unutterable end, portentous as marching judgment,
tragic as fate, searching as epidemic, and yet heavily painted and
generally touched up by the brush of some humorous demon, such as lays
about him in preparation for Christmas pantomime, sworn to provide the
giants’ faces and the ogres’ heads for Drury Lane.
“Don’t!” at last cried a young voice. “Don’t, Sir Tiglath!”
A peal of laughter followed the remark, of that laughter which is loud
and yet entirely without the saving grace of merriment, a mere sudden
demonstration of hysteria.
“Oh, Sir Tiglath--don’t!”
A second laugh joined the first and rang up with it, older, but also
hysterical--Mrs. Merillia’s.
“No, no--please don’t, Sir Tig--Tig--”
A third laugh burst into the ring, seeming to complete it fatally--the
Prophet’s.
“Sir Tiglath--for Heaven’s sake--don’t!”
The adjuration came from a trio of choked voices, and might have given
pause even to a descending lift or other inflexible and blind machine.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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