Meanwhile, in the gorgeous atrium, the fathers’ conference had
continued. The moment she had gone Pulfennius said:
“I do not believe in discussing misunderstandings before females;
evidently there is some misunderstanding here. I want for my son a bride
younger than he is, even if he has to wait two or even four years to
claim her. You assured me that your daughter Brinnaria was not yet
ten years of age and you show me a grown woman and tell me that she is
Brinnaria. What is the explanation?”
“A very simple explanation,” he was answered. “Merely that Brinnaria is
unusually well grown and well developed for her age. I have seen other
cases of early ripening in children and so must you.”
“I’ve seen girls grown beyond their years,” Pulfennius admitted, “but no
case comparable to this. Why, man, that girl who has just left us would
be taken for over eighteen years old by any stranger at first sight
of her, and no one on earth could look at her carefully and hazard the
conjecture that she might possibly be under sixteen.”
“Quite so,” his host agreed, “and the better you know Brinnaria the more
you wonder at her. She not only looks sixteen or eighteen and acts as if
she were that age, but she talks as if she were that old and thinks as
if she were even older, and she is actually three full months, more
than three months, to be precise three months and twelve days, under ten
years of age.”
“Amazing!” spluttered Pulfennius, “astounding! inexplicable!”
“Don’t you believe me?” Brinnarius queried sharply.
“Certainly I believe you,” his guest disclaimed, “but I cannot realize
that it can be true; I am bewildered; I am dazed.”
“Perhaps,” the other suggested, “you would realize it better if
Quartilla added her assurances to mine.”
“Oh,” the other deprecated, “I do not require anybody’s corroboration to
your statement. But if her mother is at home, perhaps her presence would
be as well for other reasons.”
When summoned his host’s wife appeared as a medium-sized woman, neither
plump nor slender, with a complexion neither brown nor white, with
yellow-brown hair, gray-brown eyes, and in every outline, hue, and
feature as neutral and inconspicuous a creature as could be conceived
of.
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