What is all this botheration about Sir Isaac and the rest of you? Do
you think it bad news?"
"Bad news!" repeated Fisher, with a sort of soft emphasis beyond
expression.
"Is it as bad as all that?" asked his friend, at last.
"As bad as all that?" repeated Fisher. "Why of course it's as good
as it can be. It's great news. It's glorious news! That's where the
devil of it comes in, to knock us all silly. It's admirable. It's
inestimable. It is also quite incredible."
He gazed again at the gray and green colors of the island and the
river, and his rather dreary eye traveled slowly round to the hedges
and the lawns.
"I felt this garden was a sort of dream," he said, "and I suppose I
must be dreaming. But there is grass growing and water moving; and
something impossible has happened."
Even as he spoke the dark figure with a stoop like a vulture
appeared in the gap of the hedge just above him.
"You have won your bet," said Harker, in a harsh and almost croaking
voice. "The old fool cares for nothing but fishing. He cursed me and
told me he would talk no politics."
"I thought it might be so," said Fisher, modestly. "What are you
going to do next?"
"I shall use the old idiot's telephone, anyhow," replied the lawyer.
"I must find out exactly what has happened.
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