nfidently; "we'll land him
yet." Then he added, aloud: "Unsettled by it? I fail to see how any man
with beliefs that are at all the result of mature convictions can be
unsettled by the story of _Elsmere_. For my part I believe, and I have
always said--"
"I never could understand why the neck of a chicken should be allowed on
a respectable table anyhow," continued the Idiot, ignoring the
controversy in which his neighbors were engaged, "unless for the purpose
of showing that the deceased fowl met with an accidental rather than a
natural death."
"In what way does the neck demonstrate that point?" queried the
Bibliomaniac, forgetting the conspiracy for a moment.
"By its twist or by its length, of course," returned the Idiot. "A
chicken that dies a natural death does not have its neck wrung; nor when
the head is removed by the use of a hatchet, is it likely that it will
be cut off so close behind the ears that those who eat the chicken are
confronted with four inches of neck."
[Illustration: "'I STUCK TO THE PIGS'"]
"Very entertaining indeed," interposed the School-master; "but we are
wandering from the point the Bibliomaniac and I were discussing. Is or
is not the story of _Robert Elsmere_ unsettling to one's beliefs?
Perhaps you can help us to decide that question."
"Perhaps I can," returned the Idiot; "and perhaps not. It did not
unsettle my beliefs."
"But don't you think," observed the Bibliomaniac, "that to certain minds
the book is more or less unsettling?"
"To that I can confidently say no. The certain mind knows no
uncertainty," replied the Idiot, calmly.
"Very pretty indeed," said the School-master, coldly. "But what was your
opinion of Mrs. Ward's handling of the subject? Do you think she was
sufficiently realistic? And if so, and Elsmere weakened under the stress
of circumstances, do you think--or don't you think--the production of
such a book harmful, because--being real--it must of necessity be
unsettling to some minds?"
[Illustration: THE CONSPIRATORS]
"I prefer not to express an opinion on that subject," returned the
Idiot, "because I never read _Robert Els_--"
"Never read it?" ejaculated the School-master, a look of triumph in his
eyes.
"Why, everybody has read _Elsmere_ that pretends to have read anything,"
asserted the Bibliomaniac.
"Of course," put in the landlady, with a scornful laugh.
"Well, I didn't," said the Idiot, nonchalantly. "The same ground was
gone over two
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