Malvina of Brittany. Jerome Klapka Jerome

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      "Who wants to know?" demanded the Professor.

      "The twins from the Manor House," explained Mrs. Muldoon.

      "But what? – but who?" began the Professor.

      "Shall I say 'not at home'?" suggested Mrs. Muldoon. "Or hadn't you better see them yourself."

      "Show them in," directed the Professor.

      They came in, looking a little scared and still holding one another by the hand. They wished the Professor good evening, and when he rose they backed away from him. The Professor shook hands with them, but they did not let go, so that Victoria gave him her right hand and Victor his left, and then at the Professor's invitation they sat themselves down on the extreme edge of the sofa.

      "I hope we do not disturb you," said Victor. "We wanted to see Mademoiselle Malvina."

      "Why do you want to see Mademoiselle Malvina?" inquired the Professor.

      "It is something very private," said Victor.

      "We wanted to ask her a great favour," said Victoria.

      "I'm sorry," said the Professor, "but she isn't in. At least, I don't think so." (The Professor never was quite sure. "She slips in and out making no more noise than a wind-driven rose leaf," was Mrs. Muldoon's explanation.) "Hadn't you better tell me? Leave me to put it to her."

      They looked at one another. It would never do to offend the wise and learned Christopher. Besides, a magician, it is to be assumed, has more ways than one of learning what people are thinking.

      "It is about mamma," explained Victoria. "We wondered if Malvina would mind changing her."

      The Professor had been reading up Malvina. It flashed across him that this had always been her speciality: Changing people. How had the Arlington twins discovered it? And why did they want their mother changed? And what did they want her changed into? It was shocking when you come to think of it! The Professor became suddenly so stern, that if the twins could have seen his expression – which, owing to the fading light, they couldn't – they would have been too frightened to answer.

      "Why do you want your mother changed?" demanded the Professor. Even as it was his voice alarmed them.

      "It's for her own good," faltered Victoria.

      "Of course we don't mean into anything," explained Victor.

      "Only her inside," added Victoria.

      "We thought that Malvina might be able to improve her," completed Victor.

      It was still very disgraceful. What were we coming to when children went about clamouring for their mothers to be "improved"! The atmosphere was charged with indignation. The twins felt it.

      "She wants to be," persisted Victoria. "She wants to be energetic and to get up early in the morning and do things."

      "You see," added Victor, "she was never properly brought up."

      The Professor maintains stoutly that his only intention was a joke. It was not even as if anything objectionable had been suggested. The Professor himself had on occasions been made the confidant of both.

      "Best woman that ever lived, if only one could graft a little energy upon her. No sense of time. Too easy-going. No idea of keeping people up to the mark." So Mr. Arlington, over the nuts and wine.

      "It's pure laziness. Oh, yes, it is. My friends say I'm so 'restful'; but that's the proper explanation of it – born laziness. And yet I try. You have no idea, Professor Littlecherry, how much I try." So Mrs. Arlington, laughingly, while admiring the Professor's roses.

      Besides, how absurd to believe that Malvina could possibly change anybody! Way back, when the human brain was yet in process of evolution, such things may have been possible. Hypnotic suggestion, mesmeric influence, dormant brain cells quickened into activity by magnetic vibration. All that had been lost. These were the days of George the Fifth, not of King Heremon. What the Professor was really after was: How would Malvina receive the proposal? Of course she would try to get out of it. A dear little thing. But could any sane man, professor of mathematics…

      Malvina was standing beside him. No one had remarked her entrance. The eyes of the twins had been glued upon the wise and learned Christopher. The Professor, when he was thinking, never saw anything. Still, it was rather startling.

      "We should never change what the good God has once fashioned," said Malvina. She spoke very gravely. The childishness seemed to have fallen from her.

      "You didn't always think so," said the Professor. It nettled the Professor that all idea of this being a good joke had departed with the sound of Malvina's voice. She had that way with her.

      She made a little gesture. It conveyed to the Professor that his remark had not been altogether in good taste.

      "I speak as one who has learned," said Malvina.

      "I beg your pardon," said the Professor. "I ought not to have said that."

      Malvina accepted the Professor's apology with a bow.

      "But this is something very different," continued the Professor. Quite another interest had taken hold of the Professor. It was easy enough to summon Dame Commonsense to one's aid when Malvina was not present. Before those strange eyes the good lady had a habit of sneaking away. Suppose – of course the idea was ridiculous, but suppose – something did happen! As a psychological experiment was not one justified? What was the beginning of all science but applied curiosity? Malvina might be able – and willing – to explain how it was done. That is, if anything did happen, which, of course, it wouldn't, and so much the better. This thing had got to be ended.

      "It would be using a gift not for one's own purposes, but to help others," urged the Professor.

      "You see," urged Victor, "mamma really wants to be changed."

      "And papa wants it too," urged Victoria.

      "It seems to me, if I may so express it," added the Professor, "that really it would be in the nature of making amends for – well, for – for our youthful follies," concluded the Professor a little nervously.