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I
meditated
.
Naturally
,
I
wanted
to
think
the
matter
over
thoroughly
before
anything
decisive
was
said
.
I
was
generally
ready
enough
for
business
in
those
days
,
and
selling
always
attracted
me
;
but
in
the
first
place
it
was
not
my
bungalow
,
and
even
if
I
sold
it
to
him
at
a
good
price
I
might
get
inconvenienced
in
the
delivery
of
goods
if
the
current
owner
got
wind
of
the
transaction
,
and
in
the
second
I
was
,
well
--
undischarged
.
It
was
clearly
a
business
that
required
delicate
handling
.
Moreover
,
the
possibility
of
his
being
in
pursuit
of
some
valuable
invention
also
interested
me
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
I
would
like
to
know
more
of
this
research
,
not
with
any
dishonest
intention
,
but
simply
with
an
idea
that
to
know
what
it
was
would
be
a
relief
from
play-writing
.
I
threw
out
feelers
.
He
was
quite
willing
to
supply
information
.
Indeed
,
once
he
was
fairly
under
way
the
conversation
became
a
monologue
.
He
talked
like
a
man
long
pent
up
,
who
has
had
it
over
with
himself
again
and
again
.
He
talked
for
nearly
an
hour
,
and
I
must
confess
I
found
it
a
pretty
stiff
bit
of
listening
.
But
through
it
all
there
was
the
undertone
of
satisfaction
one
feels
when
one
is
neglecting
work
one
has
set
oneself
.
During
that
first
interview
I
gathered
very
little
of
the
drift
of
his
work
.
Half
his
words
were
technicalities
entirely
strange
to
me
,
and
he
illustrated
one
or
two
points
with
what
he
was
pleased
to
call
elementary
mathematics
,
computing
on
an
envelope
with
a
copying-ink
pencil
,
in
a
manner
that
made
it
hard
even
to
seem
to
understand
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
yes
.
Go
on
!
"
Nevertheless
I
made
out
enough
to
convince
me
that
he
was
no
mere
crank
playing
at
discoveries
.
In
spite
of
his
crank-like
appearance
there
was
a
force
about
him
that
made
that
impossible
.
Whatever
it
was
,
it
was
a
thing
with
mechanical
possibilities
.
He
told
me
of
a
work-shed
he
had
,
and
of
three
assistants
--
originally
jobbing
carpenters
--
whom
he
had
trained
.
Now
,
from
the
work-shed
to
the
patent
office
is
clearly
only
one
step
.
He
invited
me
to
see
those
things
.
I
accepted
readily
,
and
took
care
,
by
a
remark
or
so
,
to
underline
that
.
The
proposed
transfer
of
the
bungalow
remained
very
conveniently
in
suspense
.
At
last
he
rose
to
depart
,
with
an
apology
for
the
length
of
his
call
.
Talking
over
his
work
was
,
he
said
,
a
pleasure
enjoyed
only
too
rarely
.
It
was
not
often
he
found
such
an
intelligent
listener
as
myself
,
he
mingled
very
little
with
professional
scientific
men
.
"
So
much
pettiness
,
"
he
explained
;
"
so
much
intrigue
!
And
really
,
when
one
has
an
idea
--
a
novel
,
fertilising
idea
--
I
do
n't
want
to
be
uncharitable
,
but
--
"
I
am
a
man
who
believes
in
impulses
.
I
made
what
was
perhaps
a
rash
proposition
.
But
you
must
remember
,
that
I
had
been
alone
,
play-writing
in
Lympne
,
for
fourteen
days
,
and
my
compunction
for
his
ruined
walk
still
hung
about
me
.
"
Why
not
,
"
said
I
,
"
make
this
your
new
habit
?
In
the
place
of
the
one
I
spoilt
?
At
least
,
until
we
can
settle
about
the
bungalow
.
What
you
want
is
to
turn
over
your
work
in
your
mind
.
That
you
have
always
done
during
your
afternoon
walk
.
Unfortunately
that
's
over
--
you
ca
n't
get
things
back
as
they
were
.
But
why
not
come
and
talk
about
your
work
to
me
;
use
me
as
a
sort
of
wall
against
which
you
may
throw
your
thoughts
and
catch
them
again
?
It
's
certain
I
do
n't
know
enough
to
steal
your
ideas
myself
--
and
I
know
no
scientific
men
--
"
I
stopped
.
He
was
considering
.
Evidently
the
thing
attracted
him
.
"
But
I
'm
afraid
I
should
bore
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
think
I
'm
too
dull
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
;
but
technicalities
--
"
