"Yes! can’t you see it?" he cried, "why don’t you send for a doctor?
But no, you couldn’t afford the expense, find this is better than any
asylum I’m sure. Don’t fret, old boy; if I am mad there’s a method in
it, and a devilish good one too. Now you make yourself at ease, for
your brother’s madness will never hurt you. But it is rather neat,
isn’t it?" he added, getting up and looking around the room. "You know
I searched all over London before I could find apartments to suit me
exactly; and I’m glad you admire my taste!"
"Well!" I answered, drawing a long breath, "you certainly must be making
a fortune, and rapidly, too; but all the same I don’t approve of your
extravagance. But tell me, have you paid for all this? and how much is
it to cost us?"
"_Us_! I admire _that_, when you are my guest. Why it is to cost you
nothing, of course! But wait here a few minutes, as it seems to worry
you, I will satisfy your mind on the money question. I am going to the
office, and will be back immediately."
While he was gone I interested myself in a further inspection of the
rooms. The more thoroughly I went into their equipment, the more amazed
I became at the lavish disregard for money displayed upon every hand.
The beds were regal; the chairs and other furniture of the most costly
type imaginable, and even the walls were adorned with paintings, which I
saw at once were of a very high order of merit. The bathrooms, of which
there were two, were on a scale of princely magnificence, and everywhere
were mirrors, bronzes, and decorations which appeared to me quite too
costly for a public house; indeed there could be few palaces more
splendid.
Presently I heard Torrence returning, and as he entered the room he held
a paper toward me.
"There now read this, and make yourself easy!" he cried.
It was a receipt in full for the rent of the rooms for two entire months
in advance, three hundred pounds.
"Well!" I exclaimed, looking first at the paper, then at my brother,
"wherever you got this money, I can’t guess, but I will say, that
although my fears for the immediate future are relieved, I consider it a
wicked waste for people in our circumstances to throw away their means
as you have done."
I was provoked and showed it.
"Wait, old man, until you know what you’re talking about," was his only
rejoinder.
"I suppose you’ve sold some interest in your air ship," I suggested
doggedly.
"How absurd! I haven’t even thought of such a thing."
He seemed to enjoy my perplexity, and walked about the room whistling.
"You have sold the invention out and out, then?" I persisted.
"Guess again, dear boy, for I shall never part with the air ship to any
human being!"
"And will it ever be built?"
"Rather! I am working on it now. What did you suppose I’d been doing
at Gravesend all this time? Courting old man Wetherbee’s daughter, eh?
Well, you’re mistaken, for I’ve been doing nothing of the kind; but the
air ship is begun."
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