beautiful.
âIt is a privilege to be part of it,â he saidâwhat a dear humble man he sounds. I said, âSince we are alone, Professor Hookaneye, I should like to sit down for a while and have this business out with you.â
âOh, we canât sit here,â he said, âI canât possibly let you sit down here.â
âNevertheless we have to talk some time about Sarahâs baby.â
âSarahâs what ?â
Then he turned so white that the colour seemed to drain even out of his suit. He seized the back of a throne, pulled it away from the table and collapsed on it. He stared at me.
âBut you knew why I had come?â
âYou . . . She said only that she wanted to bring her godmother to tea.â
âProfessor Hookaneyeâdo you mean you didnât know? About your own child?â
He stared on and on. Then he laid his head down beside the grapes. I heard voices outside, one Sarahâs and the other a pleasant voice that seemed familiar. âSorry I was late for tea, Reg. Unforgivable. I was in the Codrington. Good heavensâEliza Peabody!â It was Tom Hopkin, very bright, his glasses flashing with good-nature.
âI think,â he said, âGood Lord, Dr. Hookaneye has fainted. Here, Iâll take his head. Somebody get hold of his feet.â
âI will,â said Sarah, tottering up.
âNo, no, I will,â I said, âSarah mustnât lift anything heavy.â And then I thought, Well perhaps she should.
In the end she and I took a long thin leg each and Tom the narrow shoulders and we carried Dr. Hookaneye out of the room and on to the quadrangle to lie him down on the pale stones near a drain. No one was about. We paused.
And then Joan, a very horrible and extraordinary thing happened. Hookaneye disintegrated. The lanky, beautifully finished, excellently dressed body of Dr. Hookaneye shimmered and vibrated and melted and liquified and began to twirl itself down into the mediaeval drainage so that in no time at all only the toe of a shoe showed thereâpolished black, like the top of a little lost cricket ball. Dr. Hookaneye, Joan, was gone.
I raised my eyes to the others and beheld Tom Hopkin leading Sarah away. She appeared to be weeping. Her head was near his shoulder and his arm was round her. I looked back at the drain and blop, blop, bleep, gurgle, now the toe juddered, shuddered, reverberated and all in one movement was gone. The drain was full of Reg. Pray that the college tonight is not troubled by cloud-burst. I ran to Sarah.
âIâll see to her,â said Tom.
âI must find her Tutor.â
âI shall find her Tutor. You must go. Go home, Mrs. Peabody. Have a long rest. You donât seem yourself.â
âYou called me Mrs. Peabody!â
âDo go, Eliza, Iâll ring.â
âI shall have to tell Joan. I shall tell her everything.â
They stood staring. Tom then stepped across from Sarah and kissed me on the cheek. He lifted a finger to my face, traced a line affectionately along the edge of it. âEliza, Eliza,â he said.
âYouâll miss your train,â said Sarah. She looked rosy, invigorated. She was not being sick.
âIâll find you a taxi,â said Tom.
âYou are obsessed by taxis.â
âI must take Sarah home.â
âWill you report . . . ?â I looked back at the drain.
âWhat?â
âWell, the disappearance of Dr. Hookaneye.â
âOh, heâs always doing it,â said Tom. âDonât worry. Heâll be right as rain in the morning.â
âAs rain! As right as rain?â
âDonât worry so, dear Eliza,â they said together, like two nurses.
âI think Iâd like to walk to the station.â
And saying goodbye to the delightful porter (had he seen? was he used to it, too?) I set off through Oxford with feverishly beating heart, coming at last to the gates of