"As may you, Dr. Waterhouse—your new prominence shall make you a Butt for innumerable Shafts." Marlborough had now cocked his head back so that soap would not run into his eyes, which placed him in the odd position of not being able to see into his own lap. He was groping through the papers there, golden cuff-tassels flailing, occasionally holding something up at arm’s length. "Ah," he announced, finding today’s Lens, "I give you this, Dr. Waterhouse. Just now, I was reading it aloud to these gentlemen, as we waited for the late arrival— you may read it yourself."