"
Burton, with half-closed eyes, was listening to the singing of a thrush
and watching the sunshine creep through the dark foliage of the cedar
trees. He was only slightly interested.
"A proposition?" he murmured.
"Precisely," Mr. Cowper assented. "We have an appeal to make to you,
an appeal on behalf of science, an appeal on behalf of your
fellow-creatures, an appeal on behalf of yourself. Your amazing
experience is one which should be analyzed and given to the world."
"What you want, I suppose," Burton remarked, "is one of my beans."
"Exactly," the professor admitted, eagerly.
"I have already," Burton said, "done my best to make you understand my
feelings in this matter. Those beans represent everything to me.
Nothing would induce me to part with a single one."
"We can understand that," the professor agreed. "We are approaching you
with regard to them in an altogether different manner. Mr. Bomford is
a man of business. It is our wish to make you an offer."
"You mean that you would like to buy one?"
"Precisely," the professor replied. "We are prepared to give you,
between us, a thousand pounds for one of those beans."
Burton shook his head. The conversation appeared to be totally devoid
of interest to him.
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