"In pre-scientific days," said he, "they used to keep a white
mouse in every submarine, as its more delicate organization gave
signs of a vicious atmosphere before it was perceived by the
sailors. You, my dear, will be our white mouse. I have now
increased the supply and you are better."
"Yes, I am better."
"Possibly we have hit upon the correct mixture. When we have
ascertained exactly how little will serve we shall be able to
compute how long we shall be able to exist. Unfortunately, in
resuscitating ourselves we have already consumed a considerable
proportion of this first tube."
"Does it matter?" asked Lord John, who was standing with his
hands in his pockets close to the window. "If we have to go,
what is the use of holdin' on? You don't suppose there's any
chance for us?"
Challenger smiled and shook his head.
"Well, then, don't you think there is more dignity in takin' the
jump and not waitin' to he pushed in? If it must be so, I'm for
sayin' our prayers, turnin' off the gas, and openin' the window."
"Why not?" said the lady bravely. "Surely, George, Lord John is
right and it is better so."
"I most strongly object," cried Summerlee in a querulous voice.
"When we must die let us by all means die, but to deliberately
anticipate death seems to me to be a foolish and unjustifiable
action."
"What does our young friend say to it?" asked Challenger.
"I think we should see it to the end."
"And I am strongly of the same opinion," said he.
"Then, George, if you say so, I think so too," cried the lady.
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