THE SENSE OF THE PAST
up, you see, to this tremendous relief I've brought him. I've brought him, I've given him, I've introduced him to, the Future. So there we are!" Ralph gloried.
His companion, though visibly impressed, appeared a little to wonder where indeed they were. Then this wonder found voice. "How could you bring him what you didn't have yourself?"
Ralph needed but a moment to consider. "Why, I am the Future. The Future, that is, for him; which means the Present, don't you see———?"
"The Present, I see, for me!" his host, fairly flushed with divination, broke in.
"Yes," Ralph promptly returned, "nothing could do more beautifully than your Present, not to say, literally, your presence, for the Future he has waited so long, poor dear chap, to know about."
"What it comes to then," the Ambassador considered in all apparent sympathy—"what it comes to in fine," this functionary smoked, "is that I and my contemporaries are his Future."
Ralph accepted the conclusion. "It would come to that if he could get into relation with you."
It might have been by reason of something conveyed in his visitor's tone that the Ambassador said: "With me in particular you mean?"
Ralph met it handsomely. "Ah I could wish nothing better for him than you!"
"And nothing better for me than him?"
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