"Take a seat," said Dr. Cijfer.
But Markus seemed not to have heard, and remained standing, while he nodded kindly and reassuringly to Johannes.
"Observe his pride," said Professor Bommeldoos, in Latin to Dr. Cijfer.
"The proud find pride, and the gloomy, gloom; but the glad find gladness, and the lowly, humility," said Markus.
Dr. Cijfer stood up, and took his measuring instrument from the table. Then, in a quiet, courteous tone, he said:
"Will you not permit us, Mijnheer, to take your head measure? It is for a scientific purpose?"
"It gives no pain," added Bommeldoos.
"Not to the body," said Markus.
Said Dr. Cijfer, "There is nothing in it to offend one. I have had it done to myself many a time."
"There is a kind of opinionativeness and denseness that offend."
Bommeldoos flushed. "Opinionativeness and denseness! Mine, perchance? Am I such an ignoramus? Opinionated and stupid!"
"Colleague!" exclaimed Dr. Cijfer, in gentle expostulation. And then, as he enclosed Markus's head with the shining craniometer, he gave the measurement figures. A considerable time passed, nothing being heard save the low voice of the doctor dictating the figures. Then, as if proceeding with his present occupation, taking advantage of what he considered a compliant mood of the patient, the crafty doctor fancied he saw his opportunity, and said:
"Your parents certainly dwelt in another country—one more southerly and more mountainous."
