I have a hundred things that I want to talk to you
about."
So that was the end of it, and all went smoothly for
the rest of the evening. But, for all that, the little
wife will always look upon me as a brute and a bully;
while as to Cullingworth----well, it's rather difficult
to say what Cullingworth thinks about the matter.
When I woke next morning he was in my room, and
a funny-looking object he was. His dressing-gown lay on
a chair, and he was putting up a fifty-six pound dumb-
bell, without a rag to cover him. Nature didn't give him
a very symmetrical face, nor the sweetest of expressions;
but he has a figure like a Greek statue. I was amused to
see that both his eyes had a touch of shadow to them. It
was his turn to grin when I sat up and found that my ear
was about the shape and consistence of a toadstool.
However, he was all for peace that morning, and chatted
away in the most amiable manner possible.
I was to go back to my father's that day, but I had
a couple of hours with Cullingworth in his consulting
room before I left. He was in his best form, and full of
a hundred fantastic schemes, by which I was to help him.
His great object was to get his name into the newspapers.
That was the basis of all success, according to his
views. It seemed to me that he was confounding cause
with effect; but I did not argue the point. I laughed
until my sides ached over the grotesque suggestions which
poured from him.
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