'It was very easy to see, gentlemen, by this youngster's frowning and by the waiting-maid's tossing her head and turning up her nose, and by the young ladies turning their backs and talking together at the other end of the room, that nobody but the old gentleman took very kindly to the noble stranger.Indeed, Tom plainly heard the waiting-woman say of her master, that so far from being able to read the stars as he pretended, she didn't believe he knew his letters in 'em, or at best that he had got further than words in one syllable; but Tom, not minding this (for he was in spirits after the Madeira), looks with an agreeable air towards the young ladies, and, kissing his hand to both, says to the old gentleman, "Which is which?"'"This," says the old gentleman, leading out the handsomest, if one of 'em could possibly be said to be handsomer than the other -"this is my niece, Miss Fanny Barker."'"If you'll permit me, Miss," says Tom, "being a noble stranger and a favourite of the planets, I will conduct myself as such." With these words, he kisses the young lady in a very affable way, turns to the old gentleman, slaps him on the back, and says, "When's it to come off, my buck?"'The young lady coloured so deep, and her lip trembled so much, gentlemen, that Tom really thought she was going to cry.But she kept her feelings down, and turning to the old gentleman, says, "Dear uncle, though you have the absolute disposal of my hand and fortune, and though you mean well in disposing of 'em thus, I ask you whether you don't think this is a mistake? Don't you think, dear uncle," she says, "that the stars must be in error? Is it not possible that the comet may have put 'em out?"'"The stars," says the old gentleman, "couldn't make a mistake if they tried.Emma," he says to the other young lady.
'"Yes, papa," says she.
'"The same day that makes your cousin Mrs.Grig will unite you to the gifted Mooney.No remonstrance - no tears.Now, Mr.Grig, let me conduct you to that hallowed ground, that philosophical retreat, where my friend and partner, the gifted Mooney of whom I have just now spoken, is even now pursuing those discoveries which shall enrich us with the precious metal, and make us masters of the world.Come, Mr.Grig," he says.
'"With all my heart, Sir," replies Tom; "and luck to the gifted Mooney, say I - not so much on his account as for our worthy selves!" With this sentiment, Tom kissed his hand to the ladies again, and followed him out; having the gratification to perceive, as he looked back, that they were all hanging on by the arms and legs of Galileo Isaac Newton Flamstead, to prevent him from following the noble stranger, and tearing him to pieces.
'Gentlemen, Tom's father-in-law that was to be, took him by the hand, and having lighted a little lamp, led him across a paved court-yard at the back of the house, into a very large, dark, gloomy room: filled with all manner of bottles, globes, books, telescopes, crocodiles, alligators, and other scientific instruments of every kind.In the centre of this room was a stove or furnace, with what Tom called a pot, but which in my opinion was a crucible, in full boil.In one corner was a sort of ladder leading through the roof; and up this ladder the old gentleman pointed, as he said in a whisper:
'"The observatory.Mr.Mooney is even now watching for the precise time at which we are to come into all the riches of the earth.It will be necessary for he and I, alone in that silent place, to cast your nativity before the hour arrives.Put the day and minute of your birth on this piece of paper, and leave the rest to me."'"You don't mean to say," says Tom, doing as he was told and giving him back the paper, "that I'm to wait here long, do you? It's a precious dismal place."'"Hush!" says the old gentleman."It's hallowed ground.
Farewell!"
'"Stop a minute," says Tom."What a hurry you're in! What's in that large bottle yonder?"'"It's a child with three heads," says the old gentleman; "and everything else in proportion."'"Why don't you throw him away?" says Tom."What do you keep such unpleasant things here for?"'"Throw him away!" cries the old gentleman."We use him constantly in astrology.He's a charm."'"I shouldn't have thought it," says Tom, "from his appearance.
MUST you go, I say?"
'The old gentleman makes him no answer, but climbs up the ladder in a greater bustle than ever.Tom looked after his legs till there was nothing of him left, and then sat down to wait; feeling (so he used to say) as comfortable as if he was going to be made a freemason, and they were heating the pokers.
'Tom waited so long, gentlemen, that he began to think it must be getting on for midnight at least, and felt more dismal and lonely than ever he had done in all his life.He tried every means of whiling away the time, but it never had seemed to move so slow.
First, he took a nearer view of the child with three heads, and thought what a comfort it must have been to his parents.Then he looked up a long telescope which was pointed out of the window, but saw nothing particular, in consequence of the stopper being on at the other end.Then he came to a skeleton in a glass case, labelled, "Skeleton of a Gentleman - prepared by Mr.Mooney," -which made him hope that Mr.Mooney might not be in the habit of preparing gentlemen that way without their own consent.A hundred times, at least, he looked into the pot where they were boiling the philosopher's stone down to the proper consistency, and wondered whether it was nearly done."When it is," thinks Tom, "I'll send out for six-penn'orth of sprats, and turn 'em into gold fish for a first experiment." Besides which, he made up his mind, gentlemen, to have a country-house and a park; and to plant a bit of it with a double row of gas-lamps a mile long, and go out every night with a French-polished mahogany ladder, and two servants in livery behind him, to light 'em for his own pleasure.
