"
"Because even if this could be proved, which I greatly doubt, yet
nothing on earth will make me believe that glucose is otherwise than
beneficial to vegetation. Because--"
"Do sit down, Keith. You are monopolizing the conversation."
"Because the glucose resides within that verdant foliage like truth in
her well, like the oyster within its pearl. The monks of
Palaiokastron--they got it straight from Noah. I am a great believer in
glucose. Which is absurd. Because--"
"Oh, shut up! You are making a perfect exhibition of yourself. Can't
you oblige me, for once in the way?"
Denis was growing seriously alarmed for the reputation of his friend.
He had changed of late; he was beginning to know his own mind. He meant
to put a stop to this humiliating scene. As the other, regardless of
his pleadings, continued to babble dithyrambic nonsense concerning
glucose and self-fertilization and artificial manures and inflorescence
and Assyrian bas-reliefs and Stilton cheese, he suddenly gripped his
arm and pulled him, with a crash, into his chair.
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