The Wonderful Visit

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE VlCAR AND THE ANGEL. VI. Now there are some things frankly impossible. The weakest intellect will admit this situation is impossible. The Athenaeum will probably say as much should it venture to review this. Sun- bespattered ferns, spreading beech trees, the Vicar and the gun are acceptable enough. But...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE VlCAR AND THE ANGEL. VI. Now there are some things frankly impossible. The weakest intellect will admit this situation is impossible. The Athenaeum will probably say as much should it venture to review this. Sun- bespattered ferns, spreading beech trees, the Vicar and the gun are acceptable enough. But this Angel is a different matter. Plain sensible people will scarcely go on with such an extravagant book. And the Vicar fully appreciated this impossibility. But he lacked decision. Consequently he went on with it, as you shall immediately hear. He was hot, it was after dinner, he was in no mood for mental subtleties. The Angel had him at a disadvantage, and further distracted him from the main issue by irrelevant iridescence and a violent fluttering. For the moment it never occurred to the Vicar to ask whether the Angel was possible or not. He accepted him in the confusion of the moment, and the mischief was done. Put yourself in his place, my dear Athenaeum. You go out shooting. You hit something. That alone would disconcert you. You find you have hit an Angel, and he writhes about for a minute and then sits up and addresses you. He makes no apology for his own impossibility. Indeed, he carries the charge clean into your camp. A man he says, pointing. A man in the maddest black clothes and without a feather upon him. Then I was not deceived. I am indeed in the Land of Dreams You must answer him. Unless you take to your heels. Or blow his brains out with your second barrel as an escape from the controversy. The Land of Dreams Pardon me if I suggest you have just come out of it, was the Vicar's remark. How can that be? said the Angel. Your wing, said the Vicar, is bleeding. Before we talk, may I have the pleasure ? the melancholy pleasure ? of ...