Garden uneasily, "but it was very striking, really it was."
Then suddenly he broke away. He felt he might be led on, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself. He rather wished he hadn't spoken. Babcock let him go, and as Garden disappeared in his turn the Doctor paced more slowly. He was not disturbed, but he was interested.
Everyone in the University had heard of Higginson's Spiritual Experience, everyone was already talking of it; that wasn't the odd part. The odd part (he mused) was a man like Garden taking it seriously. …
The more Mr. Babcock thought of it the more favourably a certain possibility presented itself.
He made his way towards the telephone-room at the Porter's Lodge, asked them to call up a number in London, and waited patiently until he obtained it.
He took the full six minutes, and it will interest those who reverence our ancient constitution to know that the person to whom George Babcock was talking was a peer—one of those few peers who live at the end of a wire, and not only a peer but the owner of many things.
