Most days you'll just climb till you're tired, and your
dinner shall be mutton for three weeks on end. . . . Now, don't
interrupt. I may seem to be on the oratorical lay to-night, but God
knows I'm in earnest. If I wasn't, I shouldn't have spoken out like
this before Jimmy, who's your friend and will back me up."
"I might," said Jimmy judiciously, "if I understood what you meant by
all this chat about savage animals. What is it, at all? Does the
Professor keep a menagerie? And, if so, why haven't I been invited?"
"Why, don't you know?" I asked.
"Know what?" asked Jimmy, leaning back and sucking at his pipe.
"Whatever it is, I probably don't: that's what a Public School and
University education did for me. As I seem to remember one Farrell's
remarking in the dim and distant past, for my part I never indulged
in Physiological Research--I made my own way in the world . . ."
He murmured it dreamily, and then sat up with a start. "Lord's
sake!" he cried out. "You don't tell me that Farrell . . . that the
Professor actually--"
"Don't be a fool," I interrupted.
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