D. V. [writing]: Very well, you will realize the extent of my powers. You see, I have made it Mister.
Dorothy: Oh, Philip, you mustn’t go without me.
Philip: If I do it won’t be for long. Mr. Death will be looking for a new berth presently.
D. V. [triumphantly]: That’s where you’re mistaken. Furthermore, I have endorsed it “Gone; left no address.”
Philip: Well, and what of it?
D. V.: I will return the order so marked to the authorities, and your name will be crossed off the register. You have found life pleasant, haven’t you, Mr. Oldcastle? Well, you’ll have to make the best of it, for now—
Philip: Go on.
D. V.: You’re immortal!
[To his astonishment both Philip and Dorothy burst into extravagant laughter, rendered almost hysterical by starvation.]
Philip [rolling on his chair and dabbing his face with his handkerchief] Good Lord, what a child the man is. An innocent, sucking babe. And did I call him nasty names, did I? Oh!
D. V. [sullenly]: I don’t understand.
Philip: Of course you don’t! Why should you? The little child that lightly draws its breath . . .
D. V.: If this is a madhouse . . .
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