The Centaurians
though his face retained its long, thoughtful expression.
"A committee representing the government," continued Saxe., placidly, "called upon me, armed with a request several yards long, signed by the most influential citizens of Centur, ahem! including the old boy himself. I was assured that by presenting this country with a duplicate of the lost Propellier I would confer a great and lasting benefit to this portion of the world; also it was gently hinted that the accompanying coaches fitted up as we had them would more than … etc., etc., etc. But the people feared to impose—and unlimited material would be supplied for construction. A house will be placed at my disposal where I can enjoy the utmost seclusion. I accepted. Propellier No. 1 was crude, full of defects. The new machine will present startling improvements. Look me up sometimes, Virgillius, don't allow the amorous pursuit to crowd out inventive qualities. And, I say, boys, it seems we're settled in this land of Centauri for a good long time."
"It looks that way," Sheldon agreed; "but we mustn't stay over the limit. I shouldn't relish being marooned in the ice regions."
"We're not beggars for time," I told him. "Allowing twenty months for the return trip, we still have three years to our credit."
Saxe. reminded me that three years passed swiftly; then informed me he understood I was to remain at the palace the honored guest of Love,
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