The Professors House
Sir Edgar. "There's really not a flaw in the conception. I can say that, because I'm a mere on-looker; the whole thing's been done by the Norwegian and my wife and Mrs. St. Peter. And," he
put his hand down affectionately upon Mrs. St.
Peter's bare arm, "and we've named our place! I've already ordered the house stationery. No,
Rosamond, I won't keep our little secret any longer.It will please your father, as well as your mother. We call our place 'Outland,' Sir Edgar."
He dropped the announcement and drew back. His mother-in-law rose to it—Spilling could scarcely be expected to understand.
"How splendid, Louie! A real inspiration."
"Yes, isn't it? I knew that would go to your hearts." The Professor had expressed his emotion only by lifting his heavy, sharply uptwisted eyebrows. "Let me explain, Sir Edgar," Marsellus went on eagerly. "We have named our place for Tom Outland, a brilliant young American scientist and inventor, who was killed in Flanders, fighting with the Foreign Legion, the second year of the war, when he was barely thirty years of age. Before he dashed off to the front, this youngster had discovered the principle of the Outland vacuum, worked out the construction of the bulkheaded vacuum that is revolutionizing aviation. He had not only invented it, but, curiously enough for such a hot-headed fellow, had taken pains to protect it.
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