"Sir, if you aren't due some place, I wonder if you'd like to come out and have a—a—"
Sondelius loomed over him in solar radiance and rumbled, "Have a drink? Well I think maybe I would. How did the joke about the dog and his fleas go to-night? Do you think they liked it?"
"Oh, sure, you bet."
The warrior who had been telling of feeding five thousand Tatars, of receiving a degree from a Chinese university and refusing a decoration from quite a good Balkan king, looked affectionately on his band of one disciple and demanded, "Was it all right—was it? Did they like it? So hot to-night, and I been lecturing nine time a week—Des Moines, Fort Dodge, LaCrosse, Elgin, Joliet (but he pronounced it Zho-lee-ay) and—I forget. Was it all right? Did they like it?"
"Simply corking! Oh, they just ate it up! Honestly, I've never enjoyed anything so much in my life!"
The prophet crowed, "Come! I buy a drink. As a hygienist, I war on alcohol. In excessive quantities it is almost as bad as coffee or even ice cream soda. But as one who is fond of talking, I find a nice long whisky and soda a great solvent of human idiocy. Is there a cool place with some Pilsener here in Detroit—no; where am I to-night?—Minneapolis?"
"I understand there's a good beer-garden. And we can get the trolley right near here."
Sondelius stared at him. "Oh, I have a taxi waiting."
Martin was abashed by this luxury. In the taxi-cab he tried to think of the proper things to say to a celebrity.
"Tell me, Doctor, do they have city health boards in Europe?"
Sondelius ignored him. "Did you see that girl going by? What ankles! What shoulders! Is it good beer at the beer-garden? Have they any decent cognac? Do you know Courvoisier 1865 cognac? Oof! Lecturing! I swear I will give it up. And wearing dress clothes a night like this! You know, I mean all the crazy things I say in my lectures, but let us now forget being earnest, let us drink, let us sing 'Der Graf von Luxemburg,' let us detach exquisite girls from their escorts, let us discuss the joys of 'Die Meistersinger,' which only I appreciate!"
In the beer-garden the tremendous Sondelius discoursed of the Cosmos Club, Halle's investigation of infant morality, the
