“My genius literally knows no bounds.”
Louis looked up from the paper he was reading.
“Yes,” he said irritably, “what is it now?”
William stood before his desk looking very please with himself.
“I have fixed it – Engine XI works,” he announced.
“Really?” asked Louis. “You know they have been working on that Engine for years.”
“Oh, yes, I am quite aware of that,” said William.
“And you’ve been four months and you think you’ve managed to get the Engine to work?”
“It’s five months actually,” corrected William. “But yes, I have made it work. I am just that good.”
“Let me see,” said Louis holding out his hand.
William pulled from this waistcoat with some flourish a stack of papers.
“My genius,” he said and handed it over.
Louis paged through the document, pausing here and there to take a closer look at the diagrams.
“This is quite… something,” said Louis.
“I know,” beamed William.
“You have tested it?” asked Louis.
“Yes, and you will note on the last page that the test was observed by the Head,” said William leaning forward pointing.
“The Head of Botany,” said Louis paging forward.
“He is a faculty member,” sniffed William.
“We are engineers, we make things we do not grow things,” said Louis. But he had to admit, the young man was right and he knew it.
William struck a pose giving Louis his profile, hands on his hips.
“Praise me,” he said.
“Well done,” said Louis.
“Thank you very much,” said William with a bow.
“Engine XI,” said Louis as William was about to leave. “You know numbers start from one and move up?”
William’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Engine XI,” smiled Louis, “is one of three engines we’ve managed to get working. I’m sure you can spread your genius to the others.”