It's
too funny for words."
"You oughtn't to go tickling young girls, Charlie. It's not polite, at
your age. . . ."
They all cleared out, as it seemed, after midnight; some on all fours,
many of them fairly perpendicular. But when the serving lad entered the
premises in the sober light of morning, to clear up the debris, he was
surprised to perceive a human form reclining under a table. It was the
young Norwegian professor. He lay there wide awake, with disheveled
hair and an inspired gleam in his eye, tracing on the floor, with the
point of a corkscrew, what looked like a tangle of parallelograms and
conic sections. He said it was a map of Trinidad.
CHAPTER XXV
As to Miss Wilberforce--she was becoming a real problem.
Once again she had shocked the Faithful. She had misconducted herself
by interrupting the torchlight procession with some of those usual or
unusual antics, a detailed description of which, while entertaining to
a few lost souls, would certainly mortify the majority of decent folks.
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