There was an unaccustomed color in his parchment-white cheeks.
His spectacles were sitting at a new angle, his black tie had wandered from its usual precise place around to the side of his neck.
"Let us drink," he exclaimed, "to the new company! To the new Mind Food, to the new scientific diet of the coming century! Let us drink to ourselves, the pioneers of this wonderful discovery, the manufacturers and owners-to-be of the new food, the first of its kind created and designed to satisfy the moral appetite." "We'll have a little of that in the prospectus," Mr.Horace Bunsome remarked, taking out his notebook.

"It sounds mighty good, professor." "It sounds good because it is true, sir," Mr.Cowper asserted, a little severely.

"Your services, Mr.Bunsome, are necessary to us, but I beg that you will not confound the enterprise in which you will presently find yourself engaged, with any of the hazardous, will-o'-the-wisp undertakings which spring up day by day, they tell me, in the city, and which owe their very existence and such measure of success as they may achieve, to the credulity of fools.

Let me impress upon you, Mr.
Bunsome, that you are, on this occasion, associated with a genuine and marvelous discovery--the scientific discovery, sir, of the age.

You are going to be one of those who will offer to the world a genuine--an absolutely genuine tonic to the moral system." Mr.Bunsome nodded approvingly.
"The more I hear you talk," he declared, "the more I like the sound of it.