Samuel Ferguson.--Excelsior.--Full-length Portrait of the Doctor.--A Fatalist convinced.--A Dinner at the Travellers' Club.--Several Toasts for the Occasion.
Samuel Ferguson, one of her most glorious sons, will not reflect discredit on his origin." ("No, indeed!" from all parts of the hall.)
"Huzza for the intrepid Ferguson!" cried one of the most excitable of the enthusiastic crowd.
Webster's Dictionary gives the meaning of the word 'miasma' as 'an infection floating in the air; a deadly exhalation'; and, in the opinion of Mr Robert Ferguson, his late employer, that description, though perhaps a little too flattering, on the whole summed up Master Roland Bean pretty satisfactorily.
Galahad, Parsifal, and Marcus Aurelius, as I say, might have remained tranquil in his presence, but Robert Ferguson found the contract too large.
The answer to that was easy: 'Tell him I'm busy.' Master Bean's admirably dignified reply was that he understood how great was the pressure of Mr Ferguson's work, and that he would wait till he was at liberty.
Without debate, we expunged Billfinger as Billfinger, and called him Ferguson.
Ferguson mounted beside the driver, and we whirled away to breakfast.
"You are not required to 'suppose' things for the party, Ferguson. We do not wish to tax your energies too much.
Ferguson looked eagerly into his visitor's face for signs of approbation.
"Shot them myself, and tanned them, too," Ferguson proudly asserted.
"Built it myself," Ferguson proclaimed, "and, by God, she drew!