human
I beg your pardon, said the Doctor, as his driver drew up by the sidewalk,
gpt
What! dead?
human
As Pharaoh! In an instant, just as I said. You see, the rupture took place in the descending arch of--
gpt
But, Doctor!
human
It's a queer story. Am I keeping you from your friends? No? Well, you see she--that woman I spoke of--had written a note to him based on what I had told her. He got it, and dropped in his dressing-room, dead as a herring.
gpt
How could she have been so cruel, knowing his condition? She might, with woman's tact, have rejected him less abruptly.
human
Yes; but you're all wrong. By Jove! she ACCEPTED him! was willing to marry him!
gpt
What?
human
Yes. Don't you see? It was joy that killed him. Gad, we never thought of THAT! Queer, ain't it? See here, don't you think you might make a story out of it?
gpt
But, Doctor, it hasn't got any moral.
human
Humph! That's so. Good morning. Drive on, John.
gpt
Sleep is better than prayer; sleep on, O sons of the Puritans! Slumber still, O deacons and vestrymen! Let, oh let those feet that are swift to wickedness curl up beneath thee! those palms that are itching for the shekels of the ungodly lie clasped beneath thy pillow! Sleep is better than prayer.