"It"s all very well, Horace, but unless something is done _soon_ it will be too late. We can"t go _on_ keeping a mule in the study without the servants suspecting something, and where are we to put poor, dear papa?

It"s too ghastly to think of his having to be sent away to--to a Home of Rest for Horses--and yet what _is_ to be done with him?... Why do you come if you can"t do anything?"

"I shouldn"t be here unless I could bring you good news. You remember what I told you about the Jinnee?"

"Remember!" cried Sylvia. "As if I could forget! Has he really come back, Horace?"

"Yes. I think I have brought him to see that he has made a foolish mistake in enchanting your unfortunate father, and he seems willing to undo it on certain conditions. He is somewhere within call at this moment, and will come in whenever I give the signal. But he wishes to speak to you first."

"To _me_? Oh, no, Horace!" exclaimed Sylvia, recoiling. "I"d so much rather not. I don"t like things that have come out of bra.s.s bottles. I shouldn"t know what to say, and it would frighten me horribly."

"You must be brave, darling!" said Horace. "Remember that it depends on you whether the Professor is to be restored or not. And there"s nothing alarming about old Fakrash, either, I"ve got him to put on ordinary things, and he really doesn"t look so bad in them. He"s quite a mild, amiable old noodle, and he"ll do anything for you, if you"ll only stroke him down the right way. You _will_ see him, won"t you, for your father"s sake?"

"If I must," said Sylvia, with a shudder, "I--I"ll be as nice to him as I can."

Horace went to the window and gave the signal, though there was no one in sight. However, it was evidently seen, for the next moment there was a resounding blow at the front door, and a little later Jessie, the parlour-maid, announced "Mr. Fatrasher Larmash--to see Mr. Ventimore,"

and the Jinnee stalked gravely in, with his tall hat on his head.

"You are probably not aware of it, sir," said Horace, "but it is the custom here to uncover in the presence of a lady." The Jinnee removed his hat with both hands, and stood silent and impa.s.sive.

"Let me present you to Miss Sylvia Futvoye," Ventimore continued, "the lady whose name you have already heard."

There was a momentary gleam in Fakrash"s odd, slanting eyes as they lighted on Sylvia"s shrinking figure, but he made no acknowledgment of the introduction.

"The damsel is not without comeliness," he remarked to Horace; "but there are lovelier far than she."

"I didn"t ask you for either criticisms or comparisons," said Ventimore, sharply; "there is n.o.body in the world equal to Miss Futvoye, in my opinion, and you will be good enough to remember that fact. She is exceedingly distressed (as any dutiful daughter would be) by the cruel and senseless trick you have played her father, and she begs that you will rectify it at once. Don"t you, Sylvia?"

"Yes, indeed!" said Sylvia, almost in a whisper, "if--if it isn"t troubling you too much!"

"I have been turning over thy words in my mind," said Fakrash to Horace, still ignoring Sylvia, "and I am convinced that thou art right. Even if the contents of the seal were known of all men, they would raise no clamour about affairs that concern them not. Therefore it is nothing to me in whose hands the seal may be. Dost thou not agree with me in this?"

"Of course I do," said Horace. "And it naturally follows that----"

"It naturally follows, as thou sayest," said the Jinnee, with a cunning a.s.sumption of indifference, "that I have naught to gain by demanding back the seal as the price of restoring this damsel"s father to his original form. Wherefore, so far as I am concerned, let him remain a mule for ever; unless, indeed, thou art ready to comply with my conditions."

"Conditions!" cried Horace, utterly unprepared for this conclusion.

"What can you possibly want from me? But state them. I"ll agree to anything, in reason!"

"I demand that thou shouldst renounce the hand of this damsel."

"That"s out of all reason," said Horace, "and you know it. I will never give her up, so long as she is willing to keep me."

"Maiden," said the Jinnee, addressing Sylvia for the first time, "the matter rests with thee. Wilt thou release this my son from his contract, since thou art no fit wife for such as he?"

"How can I," cried Sylvia, "when I love him and he loves me? What a wicked tyrannical old thing you must be to expect it! I _can"t_ give him up."

"It is but giving up what can never be thine," said Fakrash. "And be not anxious for him, for I will reward and console him a thousandfold for the loss of thy society. A little while, and he shall remember thee no more."

"Don"t believe him, darling," said Horace; "you know me better than that."

"Remember," said the Jinnee, "that by thy refusal thou wilt condemn thy parent to remain a mule throughout all his days. Art thou so unnatural and hard-hearted a daughter as to do this thing?"

"Oh, I couldn"t!" cried Sylvia. "I can"t let poor father remain a mule all his life when one word--and yet what _am_ I to do? Horace, what shall I say? Advise me.... Advise me!"

"Heaven help us both!" groaned Ventimore. "If I could only see the right thing to do. Look here, Mr. Fakrash," he added, "this is a matter that requires consideration. Will you relieve us of your presence for a short time, while we talk it over?"

"With all my heart," said the Jinnee, in the most obliging manner in the world, and vanished instantly.

"Now, darling," began Horace, after he had gone, "if that unspeakable old scoundrel is really in earnest, there"s no denying that he"s got us in an extremely tight place. But I can"t bring myself to believe that he _does_ mean it. I fancy he"s only trying us. And what I want you to do is not to consider me in the matter at all."

"How can I help it?" said poor Sylvia. "Horace, you--you don"t _want_ to be released, do you?"

"I?" said Horace, "when you are all I have in the world! That"s so likely, Sylvia! But we are bound to look facts in the face. To begin with, even if this hadn"t happened, your people wouldn"t let our engagement continue. For my prospects have changed again, dearest. I"m even worse off than when we first met, for that confounded Jinnee has contrived to lose my first and only client for me--the one thing worth having he ever gave me." And he told her the story of the mushroom palace and Mr. Wackerbath"s withdrawal. "So you see, darling," he concluded, "I haven"t even a home to offer you; and if I had, it would be miserably uncomfortable for you with that old Marplot continually dropping in on us--especially if, as I"m afraid he has, he"s taken some unreasonable dislike to you."

"But surely you can talk him over?" said Sylvia; "you said you could do anything you liked with him."

"I"m beginning to find," he replied, ruefully enough, "that he"s not so easily managed as I thought. And for the present, I"m afraid, if we are to get the Professor out of this, that there"s nothing for it but to humour old Fakrash."

"Then you actually advise me to--to break it off?" she cried; "I never thought you would do that!"

"For your own sake," said Horace; "for your father"s sake. If _you_ won"t, Sylvia, I _must_. And you will spare me that? Let us both agree to part and--and trust that we shall be united some day."

"Don"t try to deceive me or yourself, Horace," she said; "if we part now, it will be for ever."

He had a dismal conviction that she was right. "We must hope for the best," he said drearily; "Fakrash may have some motive in all this we don"t understand. Or he may relent. But part we must, for the present."

"Very well," she said. "If he restores dad, I will give you up. But not unless."

"Hath the damsel decided?" asked the Jinnee, suddenly re-appearing; "for the period of deliberation is past."

"Miss Futvoye and I," Horace answered for her, "are willing to consider our engagement at an end, until you approve of its renewal, on condition that you restore her father at once."

"Agreed!" said Fakrash. "Conduct me to him, and we will arrange the matter without delay."

Outside they met Mrs. Futvoye on her way from the study. "You here, Horace?" she exclaimed. "And who is this--gentleman?"

"This," said Horace, "is the--er--author of the Professor"s misfortunes, and he had come here at my request to undo his work."

"It _would_ be so kind of him!" exclaimed the distressed lady, who was by this time far beyond either surprise or resentment. "I"m sure, if he knew all we have gone through----!" and she led the way to her husband"s room.

As soon as the door was opened the Professor seemed to recognise his tormentor in spite of his changed raiment, and was so powerfully agitated that he actually reeled on his four legs, and "stood over" in a lamentable fashion.

"O man of distinguished attainments!" began the Jinnee, "whom I have caused, for reasons that are known unto thee, to a.s.sume the shape of a mule, speak, I adjure thee, and tell me where thou hast deposited the inscribed seal which is in thy possession."

The Professor spoke; and the effect of articulate speech proceeding from the mouth of what was to all outward seeming an ordinary mule was strange beyond description. "I"ll see you d.a.m.ned first," he said sullenly. "You can"t do worse to me than you"ve done already!"

"As thou wilt," said Fakrash; "but unless I regain it, I will not restore thee to what thou wast."