I was able to maintain my state, and move among the
great: but now and again I would feel the secret pinch of
moneylessness. Just about that time, in fact, I was only saved from
considerable embarrassment by the success of my book, 'Applications of
Science to the Arts.'
In the course of conversation that afternoon, Clark said to me in his
light hap-hazard way:
'Do you know what I dreamed about you last night, Adam Jeffson? I
dreamed that you were with us on the expedition.'
I think he must have seen my start: on the same night I had myself
dreamed the same thing; but not a word said I about it now. There was a
stammer in my tongue when I answered:
'Who? I?--on the expedition?--I would not go, if I were asked.'
'Oh, you would.'
'I wouldn't. You forget that I am about to be married.'
'Well, we need not discuss the point, as Peters is not going to die,'
said he. 'Still, if anything did happen to him, you know, it is you I
should come straight to, Adam Jeffson.'
'Clark, you jest,' I said: 'I know really very little of astronomy, or
magnetic phenomena.
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