IN WHICH YGÈNE, THE ASSISTANT, GIVES A REASONABLE PIECE OF ADVICE,
WHICH IS EAGERLY REJECTED BY DOCTOR OX.
“Well, master,” said Ygène next day, as he poured the pails of
sulphuric acid into the troughs of the great battery.
“Well,” resumed Doctor Ox, “was I not right? See to what not only the
physical developments of a whole nation, but its morality, its dignity,
its talents, its political sense, have come! It is only a question of
molecules.”
“No doubt; but—”
“But—”
“Do you not think that matters have gone far enough, and that these
poor devils should not be excited beyond measure?”
“No, no!” cried the doctor; “no! I will go on to the end!”
“As you will, master; the experiment, however, seems to me conclusive,
and I think it time to—”
“To—”
“To close the valve.”
“You’d better!” cried Doctor Ox. “If you attempt it, I’ll throttle
you!”