Beasts and Super-Beasts. Saki

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Название Beasts and Super-Beasts
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beast into something harmless before it bites us all—a rabbit or something?”

      “I don’t suppose Colonel Hampton would care to have his wife turned into a succession of fancy animals as though we were playing a round game with her,” interposed Clovis.

      “I absolutely forbid it,” thundered the Colonel.

      “Most wolves that I’ve had anything to do with have been inordinately fond of sugar,” said Lord Pabham; “if you like I’ll try the effect on this one.”

      He took a piece of sugar from the saucer of his coffee cup and flung it to the expectant Louisa, who snapped it in mid-air. There was a sigh of relief from the company; a wolf that ate sugar when it might at the least have been employed in tearing macaws to pieces had already shed some of its terrors. The sigh deepened to a gasp of thanks-giving when Lord Pabham decoyed the animal out of the room by a pretended largesse of further sugar. There was an instant rush to the vacated conservatory. There was no trace of Mrs. Hampton except the plate containing the macaws’ supper.

      “The door is locked on the inside!” exclaimed Clovis, who had deftly turned the key as he affected to test it.

      Everyone turned towards Bilsiter.

      “If you haven’t turned my wife into a wolf,” said Colonel Hampton, “will you kindly explain where she has disappeared to, since she obviously could not have gone through a locked door? I will not press you for an explanation of how a North American timber-wolf suddenly appeared in the conservatory, but I think I have some right to inquire what has become of Mrs. Hampton.”

      Bilsiter’s reiterated disclaimer was met with a general murmur of impatient disbelief.

      “I refuse to stay another hour under this roof,” declared Mavis Pellington.

      “If our hostess has really vanished out of human form,” said Mrs. Hoops, “none of the ladies of the party can very well remain. I absolutely decline to be chaperoned by a wolf!”

      “It’s a she-wolf,” said Clovis soothingly.

      The correct etiquette to be observed under the unusual circumstances received no further elucidation. The sudden entry of Mary Hampton deprived the discussion of its immediate interest.

      “Some one has mesmerised me,” she exclaimed crossly; “I found myself in the game larder, of all places, being fed with sugar by Lord Pabham. I hate being mesmerised, and the doctor has forbidden me to touch sugar.”

      The situation was explained to her, as far as it permitted of anything that could be called explanation.

      “Then you really did turn me into a wolf, Mr. Bilsiter?” she exclaimed excitedly.

      But Leonard had burned the boat in which he might now have embarked on a sea of glory. He could only shake his head feebly.

      “It was I who took that liberty,” said Clovis; “you see, I happen to have lived for a couple of years in North-Eastern Russia, and I have more than a tourist’s acquaintance with the magic craft of that region. One does not care to speak about these strange powers, but once in a way, when one hears a lot of nonsense being talked about them, one is tempted to show what Siberian magic can accomplish in the hands of someone who really understands it. I yielded to that temptation. May I have some brandy? the effort has left me rather faint.”

      If Leonard Bilsiter could at that moment have transformed Clovis into a cockroach and then have stepped on him he would gladly have performed both operations.

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      “You are not really dying, are you?” asked Amanda.

      “I have the doctor’s permission to live till Tuesday,” said Laura.

      “But to-day is Saturday; this is serious!” gasped Amanda.

      “I don’t know about it being serious; it is certainly Saturday,” said Laura.

      “Death is always serious,” said Amanda.

      “I never said I was going to die. I am presumably going to leave off being Laura, but I shall go on being something. An animal of some kind, I suppose. You see, when one hasn’t been very good in the life one has just lived, one reincarnates in some lower organism. And I haven’t been very good, when one comes to think of it. I’ve been petty and mean and vindictive and all that sort of thing when circumstances have seemed to warrant it.”

      “Circumstances never warrant that sort of thing,” said Amanda hastily.

      “If you don’t mind my saying so,” observed Laura, “Egbert is a circumstance that would warrant any amount of that sort of thing. You’re married to him—that’s different; you’ve sworn to love, honour, and endure him: I haven’t.”

      “I don’t see what’s wrong with Egbert,” protested Amanda.

      “Oh, I daresay the wrongness has been on my part,” admitted Laura dispassionately; “he has merely been the extenuating circumstance. He made a thin, peevish kind of fuss, for instance, when I took the collie puppies from the farm out for a run the other day.”

      “They chased his young broods of speckled Sussex and drove two sitting hens off their nests, besides running all over the flower beds. You know how devoted he is to his poultry and garden.”

      “Anyhow, he needn’t have gone on about it for the entire evening and then have said, ‘Let’s say no more about it’ just when I was beginning to enjoy the discussion. That’s where one of my petty vindictive revenges came in,” added Laura with an unrepentant chuckle; “I turned the entire family of speckled Sussex into his seedling shed the day after the puppy episode.”

      “How could you?” exclaimed Amanda.

      “It came quite easy,” said Laura; “two of the hens pretended to be laying at the time, but I was firm.”

      “And we thought it was an accident!”

      “You see,” resumed Laura, “I really have some grounds for supposing that my next incarnation will be in a lower organism. I shall be an animal of some kind. On the other hand, I haven’t been a bad sort in my way, so I think I may count on being a nice animal, something elegant and lively, with a love of fun. An otter, perhaps.”

      “I can’t imagine you as an otter,” said Amanda.

      “Well, I don’t suppose you can imagine me as an angel, if it comes to that,” said Laura.

      Amanda was silent. She couldn’t.

      “Personally I think an otter life would be rather enjoyable,” continued Laura; “salmon to eat all the year round, and the satisfaction of being able to fetch the trout in their own homes without having to wait for hours till they condescend to rise to the fly you’ve been dangling before them; and an elegant svelte figure—”

      “Think of the otter hounds,” interposed Amanda; “how dreadful to be hunted and harried and finally worried to death!”

      “Rather fun with half the neighbourhood looking on, and anyhow not worse than this Saturday-to-Tuesday business of dying by inches; and then I should go on into something else. If I had been a moderately good otter I suppose I should get back into human shape of some sort; probably something rather primitive—a little brown, unclothed Nubian boy, I should think.”

      “I wish you would be serious,” sighed Amanda; “you really ought to be if you’re only going to live till Tuesday.”

      As a matter of fact Laura died on Monday.

      “So dreadfully upsetting,” Amanda complained to her uncle-in-law, Sir Lulworth Quayne. “I’ve asked quite a lot of people down for golf and