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In Maundeville’s Museum
Three or four days after I had called on Miss O’Hagan I went to Maundeville’s house, and buried myself for an afternoon in his library. Once in it, indeed, I didn’t think of time at all. I roamed about the room trying to get some general idea of the books there. Remembering what Maundeville had said on the subject of middle age, I was amused to see that he had several books dealing with the prolongation of life. There were the works of Metchnikoff, Brown-Séquard and others, with one or two scrap-books of press-cuttings relating to centenarians. The shelf ended with works on occultism, and I wondered whether Maundeville classed the two subjects together, and whether he considered both seriously or otherwise.
I passed on to other shelves, dipping into a book her
