And there were bitumens, resins, organic salts, to be protected from the least grain of dust; and metals, from iron to gold, metals whose current value altogether disappeared in the presence of
ne filled my thoughts. He had thrown himself into a velvet easy-chair, and was gras
ok! What a wonderful bo
onal fits of bibliomania; but no old book had any value in his eyes unless it had
t a priceless treasure, that I found his mornin
lied, with a good im
d quarto, bound in rough calf, a yellow, faded
o lull yet in the admiring e
book open easily? Yes; it stops open anywhere. But does it shut equally well? Yes; for the binding and the leaves are flush, all in a straight line, and
ting the old tome. I really could do no less than ask a question a
?" I asked with an affected eagerness which he
my uncle, firing up w
s Kringla of Snorre Tu
e twelfth century! It
nces who rule
up wonderfully, "of course
is is the Icelandic original, in the magnificent idiomatic vernacular, which is both rich and
n." I happi
ition to all this, the Icelandic has three numbers like the Gr
ved out of my indifferenc
Axel? Type! Do you take it for a printed book, you ig
un
nt me to explai
ed man. But my uncle persevered, and told me, agai
nted, it is said, by Odin himself. Look there, and wonder, impious youn
way of answering equally pleasing to gods and kings, and which has the advantage of never giving
lip of parchment, which slipped out
An old document, enclosed an immemorial time within the
this?" h
rchment, five inches by three, and along whi
publicly known, for they were the means of drawing on Professor Liedenbrock and
lyphs oc
er this series of characters; then r
like those of the manuscript of Snorre Turl
orld, I was not sorry to see my uncle suffering the pangs of mystification. At least, so it
Icelandic," he mutter
yglot. Not that he could speak fluently in the two thousand languages and twelve tho
the impetuosity of his character, and I was preparing for a violent outb
housekeeper Martha opene
r is r
g, and Martha took to her heels for safety. I followed her, and har
inner. And yet what a good dinner it was! There was parsley soup, an omelette of ham garnished with spiced sorrel,
. As an affectionate and attentive nephew I considered it my duty
thing," said Martha. "M. Li
ieved it?" I said,
ng to happen," said the s
covered that his dinner was devoured. I had come to the last of the fruit when a very loud voice tore me