Jan JoostenLoading... had just come from the Mediterranean.
“For lack of other amusement,” Melchior continued, with a laugh, “you might get yourself married and —”
Jan JoostenLoading... interrupted him with a savage snort.
With the aid of a marriage-broker, he found both a wife and a house in which to keep her. The house he leased for nine hundred and ninety-nine years. Not, he explained to his wife later, that he could hope for the felicity of residing there with her for so long, but because, being a mere “barbarian,” he could not make other legal terms.
This was their oblique way of saying that it was unsatisfactory. They pointed out with patience and gravity that he would thus limit his wife’s opportunities of reappearing on earth in a higher form of life.
Jan JoostenLoading... smilingly remarked that he was not sure that it would be best for his wife to reappear on earth in a higher form. She would probably accomplish mischief enough in this very charming one as she was in fact doing.