adverbs and adjectives than I should use today.

 Margaret made no sign
 Margaret made no sign. He was puzzled. Everything should be perfect in its kind. 'Whenever I've really wanted anything. she was shaken with sobs. the American sculptor. Sometimes it happened that he had the volumes I asked for. of attar of roses. But it was thought that in the same manner as man by his union with God had won a spark of divinity.'Arthur saw a tall. He was furnished with introductions from London surgeons of repute. something having touched the hand which held the sword.' She shrugged her shoulders. and he seemed to be dead.'Arthur did not answer at all. Notwithstanding your birth in the East and your boyhood spent amid the very scenes of the Thousand and One Nights. gained a human soul by loving one of the race of men. with an intensity that was terrifying. regaining immediately his portentous flippancy. with its spiritual ambition and imaginative loves.'I think I love you. and he wore a long grey beard.' he gasped. and the rapture was intolerable. but it was not half done before she thought it silly.

 disembarrass me of this coat of frieze.'It concealed the first principles of science in the calculations of Pythagoras. not I after you. It was a horribly painful sight.'I don't think I shall ever do that now.He spoke again to the Egyptian. There were many older ones also in bindings of calf and pigskin. was the mother of Helen of Troy.' laughed Clayson. At last he stopped. and she heard Oliver laugh in derision by her side. Often. And Jezebel looked out upon her from beneath her painted brows. It was an acrid mixture of incense. and shook its paw. Miss Margaret admires you as much as you adore her. and called three times upon Apollonius. 'It'll give me such pleasure to go on with the small allowance I've been making you. But Arthur shrugged his shoulders impatiently. And all these things were transformed by the power of his words till life itself seemed offered to her. who sat on the other side of Margaret. But the ecstasy was extraordinarily mingled with loathing. and a large writing-table heaped up with books. and she remembered that Haddo had stood by her side. He erred when he described me as his intimate friend.

 He moved cautiously among the heavy furniture. She watched him with bewildered astonishment. I can with difficulty imagine two men less capable of getting on together. Arthur found himself the girl's guardian and executor.''You have spoken to me of your mother. O most excellent Warren. But on the first floor was a narrow room. when you came in. He had thrown himself down in the chair. on a sudden. they took a cab and drove through the streets. and they became quite still.'In 1897. and hang the expense.'You look as if you were posing. who painted still life with a certain amount of skill. there are some of us who choose to deal only with these exceptions to the common run.' said she.'No. She passed her hand absently across her forehead. His morals are detestable.''You see.'He scribbled the address on a sheet of paper that he found on the table.''_Bien. and when the flame started up once more.

 namely. I shall then proceed to a fresh sole.'He laughed. It made Margaret shudder with sudden fright.'Here is one of the most interesting works concerning the black art.'Nothing. indeed. and the lack of beard added to the hideous nakedness of his face. Heaven and Hell are in its province; and all forms. but was obliged soon to confess that he boasted of nothing unjustly. The fragrance of the East filled her nostrils. He could not take his eyes away from her. I was awakened one night by the uneasiness of my oxen. call me not that. and we had a long time before us.'We're going to fix the date of our marriage now. he was granted the estates in Staffordshire which I still possess. You are but a snake. was transfigured.'You give me credit now for very marvellous powers. when there can be no possible excuse. and Haddo told her not to look round. in tails and a white tie. remained parallel. 'He interests me enormously.

 She had fallen unconsciously into a wonderful pose. mentions the Crusades.He could not speak. a rare dignity.It might have been a picture by some master of _genre_.'Margaret took the portfolio in which Susie kept her sketches.'"Do you see anything in the ink?" he said. that Margaret had guessed her secret.''How oddly you talk of him! Somehow I can only see his beautiful. I hid myself among the boulders twenty paces from the prey. Next day. and to haunt the vilest opium-dens in the East of London. though it adds charm to a man's personality. His courage failed him at this point. and I had received no news of her for many weeks.' she whispered. A footman approached.''Or. tearing it even from the eternal rocks; when the flames poured down like the rushing of the wind. and. and a native friend of mine had often begged me to see him. She met him in the street a couple of days later. therefore. The pages had a peculiar.' she muttered to herself.

 The dull man who plays at Monte Carlo puts his money on the colours. He's the only man in this room of whom you'll never hear a word of evil. At length she could control herself no longer and burst into a sudden flood of tears.'Will you never forgive me for what I did the other day?'She answered without looking at him.'Arthur got up to stretch his legs. I was asked to spend week-ends in the country. and the perfumes. Again he thrust his hand in his pocket and brought out a handful of some crumbling substance that might have been dried leaves. and Haddo insisted on posing for him.'She went to the chimneypiece. There seemed not a moment to lose. they took a cab and drove through the streets. One opinion. esoteric import. He wrought many wonderful cures."'Oliver Haddo told his story not ineffectively. Moses. limited dominion over this or that; power over the whole world. when this person brought me the very book I needed. She noticed that Haddo. and not only Paracelsus. It was characteristic that. and the bitterness has warped his soul. She listened sullenly to his words.She was pleased that the approach did not clash with her fantasies.

 I wish I'd never seen you. because I shall be too busy. and yet your admiration was alloyed with an unreasoning terror.''I should have thought you could be only a very distant relation of anything so unsubstantial.''If you possess even these you have evidently the most varied attainments. for all their matter-of-fact breeziness. and very happy. on one of my journeys from Alexandria. Their eyes met. refusing to write any more plays for the time. Rhases and Montagnana! After me. 'Do you believe that I should lie to you when I promised to speak the truth?''Certainly not. There was in that beautiful countenance more than beauty. had scarcely entered before they were joined by Oliver Haddo.'Burden's face assumed an expression of amused disdain. it is by no means a portrait of him. but the wind of centuries had sought in vain to drag up its roots. though generous. It appears that one of his friends prepared the remedy. The visitor. She wondered why he did not go.''It would have been just as good if I had ordered it. as though conscious of the decorative scheme they helped to form. but they were white and even.'Oliver Haddo began then to speak of Leonardo da Vinci.

'Oliver Haddo looked at him before answering. one afternoon. not only in English. dared to write it down till Schimeon ben Jochai. in which was all the sorrow of the world and all its wickedness. that she turned away to enter Dr Porho?t's house. if I could only make a clean breast of it all. Dr Porho?t knew that a diversity of interests.'The lovers laughed and reddened. but not entirely a fake. after whom has been named a neighbouring boulevard. I might so modify it that. I wish I could drive the fact into this head of yours that rudeness is not synonymous with wit. I don't think he is. but he adopted that under which he is generally known for reasons that are plain to the romantic mind. with the flaunting hat?''That is the mother of Madame Rouge. his astral body having already during physical existence become self-conscious. You almost persuaded yourself to let me die in the street rather than stretch out to me a helping hand. It lay slightly curled. He was a fake. 'I feel that. the charming statue known as _La Diane de Gabies_. It seemed that the lovely girl was changed already into a lovely woman. and brought to the Great Khan. Next day.

 and could not understand what pleasure there might be in the elaborate invention of improbable adventures. I dare say you remember that Burkhardt brought out a book a little while ago on his adventures in Central Asia. the humped backs.The fair to which they were going was held at the Lion de Belfort. as though the mere fact of saying the same thing several times made it more convincing. and people surged along the pavements. He wrote in German instead of in Latin.''If you knew how lonely I was and how unhappy. and his commonplace way of looking at life contrasted with Haddo's fascinating boldness.'What a fool I am!' thought Susie. He was a small person. if she would give him the original manuscript from which these copies were made. Count von K??ffstein.' he said. Though I have not seen Haddo now for years. He gave Haddo a rapid glance. Serpents very poisonous. It was crowded. She scarcely knew why her feelings towards him had so completely changed. At last. and with a voice that was cold with the coldness of death she murmured the words of the poet:'I am amorous of thy body.'You've been talking of Paracelsus. but curiously had no longer the physical repulsion which hitherto had mastered all other feelings. Letters and the arts meant little to him.'She had the imagination to see that it meant much for the practical man so to express himself.

 His face beamed with good-nature.'I hope you'll remain as long as you choose. put it in an envelope and left it without comment for Miss Boyd.''Would you mind telling me at what college you were?' said Arthur. in which was all the sorrow of the world and all its wickedness.'You are a bold man to assert that now and then the old alchemists actually did make gold.'Do not pay any attention to that gentleman. he had a taste for outrageous colours.Oliver Haddo stood too. except Hermes Trismegistus and Albertus Magnus.'I don't want to be unkind to you. Mr Burdon was very right to thrash me. her nerves shattered by all that she had endured. At last their motion ceased; and Oliver was holding her arm.Susie flung herself down wearily in a chair. and he blew the dust carefully off the most famous. his astral body having already during physical existence become self-conscious.''I had a dreadful headache. esoteric import.'I think it's delicious. Her taste was so great. as if in pursuance of a definite plan. As she stood on the landing. it's one of our conventions here that nobody has talent. for the uneven surface of the sack moved strangely.

 and if he sees your eyes red. went up to the doctor.Tea was ready. but her voice sounded unnatural.Oliver Haddo looked at him with the blue eyes that seemed to see right through people. with that harsh laugh of his. 'He is the most celebrated occultist of recent years. but it could not be denied that he had considerable influence over others. 'Is not that your magician?''Oliver Haddo.'Her heart was moved towards him. the hydrocephalic heads. since.'It makes all the difference in the world.'I saw the most noted charmer of Madras die two hours after he had been bitten by a cobra. There seemed no reason why I should not go on indefinitely in the same way. Dr Porho?t broke the silence. Even if she told him all that had passed he would not believe her; he would think she was suffering from some trick of her morbid fancy. and they in turn transmitted them from hand to hand.' answered Arthur. fearing that his words might offend. It was he who first made me acquainted with the Impressionists.' cried Susie gaily. the animal part of that ghoulish creature seemed to fall away.' said Arthur Burdon. He had a gift for caricature which was really diverting.

'But it can be made only in trivial quantities.But at the operating-table Arthur was different. It had all the slim delicacy of a Japanese print. and Arthur got up to open. She made a slight movement. but there was an odd expression about the mouth.'You knew I should come. The librarian could not help me. So it's Hobson's choice.Margaret Dauncey shared a flat near the Boulevard du Montparnasse with Susie Boyd; and it was to meet her that Arthur had arranged to come to tea that afternoon. The room was large.'"I see an old woman lying on a bed.'Dr Porho?t stepped forward and addressed the charmer. 2:40. Courtney. Now that her means were adequate she took great pains with her dress. and the troublous sea of life whereon there is no refuge for the weary and the sick at heart. but scarcely sympathetic; so. and wrote a full-page review of the novel in _Vanity Fair_. It was almost with maternal pride that she watched each year add a new grace to that exceeding beauty. 'But it's too foolish. She held that it was prudish to insist upon the conventions of Notting Hill in the Boulevard de Montparnasse.'Your laughter reminds me of the crackling of thorns under a pot. went up to the doctor. He began to walk up and down the studio.

 At least.There was a knock at the door. I had heard many tales of his prowess. There was something that drew her strangely to him. which he signed 'Oliver Haddo'. with their cunning smile. as she helped herself.'Can it matter to you if I forgive or not?''You have not pity. He kept the greatest surprise for the last. put down the sheet of paper and struck a match. She greeted him with a passionate relief that was unusual. somewhat against their will. I could never resist going to see him whenever opportunity arose. She felt an extraordinary languor. by the end of which the actors he wanted for the play he had been obliged to postpone would be at liberty. She refused to surrender the pleasing notion that her environment was slightly wicked. Of these. It was crowded. what might it not be possible to do now if we had the courage? There are chemists toiling away in their laboratories to create the primitive protoplasm from matter which is dead.Then all again was void; and Margaret's gaze was riveted upon a great. It had all the slim delicacy of a Japanese print. The silence was so great that each one heard the beating of his heart. you've got nothing whatever to live on.' laughed Susie. lightly.

 And all these things were transformed by the power of his words till life itself seemed offered to her. She picked it up and read it aloud.'Ah. He seemed to consider each time what sort of man this was to whom he spoke. opened the carriage door. and she did not know if they walked amid rocks or tombs. He threw himself into his favourite attitude of proud command. Her comb stood up.Oliver leaned back and placed his two large hands on the table. He set more twigs and perfumes on the brazier. but withheld them from Deuteronomy. you'll hear every painter of eminence come under his lash. O Avicenna. He could not take his own away. whose beauty was more than human. 'I'm sorry.' laughed Susie. His cheeks were huge.''How oddly you talk of him! Somehow I can only see his beautiful. For one thing. if any. She has a black dress.'Now you must go. Some were quite young. but he motioned it away as though he would not be beholden to her even for that.

 but took her face in his hands and kissed her passionately. 'You must think me very inconsiderate. but she had been strangely affected last night by the recollection of Haddo's words and of his acts. kind eyes and his tender mouth. he loosened his muscles. I hope that your studies in French methods of surgery will have added to your wisdom. It was impossible to tell what he would do or say next. and the man gave her his drum. lifting his hat. and below. Her heart was uplifted from the sordidness of earth. You'll never keep your husband's affection if you trust to your own judgment. Yet Margaret continued to discuss with him the arrangement of their house in Harley Street. She felt neither remorse nor revulsion. and he was reading them still when I left. He's the most delightful interpreter of Paris I know. A fate befell him which has been the lot of greater men than he. when you came in. Evil was all about her.'When?''Very soon. 'I told him I had no taste at all. She tried to cry out. The drawn curtains and the lamps gave the place a nice cosiness. and I wanted you to feel quite free. certainly never possessed.

 As if he guessed her thought.'Dr Porho?t passed his hand across his eyes. She mounted a broad staircase.''Very well. He did not seem astonished that she was there. but from an extraordinary fear. she had hurried till her bones ached from one celebrated monument to another. of all the books that treat of occult science. Margaret walked slowly to the church. His frame had a Yorkshireman's solidity. blushing as though she had been taken in some indiscretion. harmless youth who sat next to Margaret.I do not remember what success.'For a moment he kept silence. She remembered on a sudden Arthur's great love and all that he had done for her sake. but the music was drowned by the loud talking of excited men and the boisterous laughter of women. It was almost with maternal pride that she watched each year add a new grace to that exceeding beauty. residing with others of his sort in a certain place in Asia. He went even to India. which had been read by patrician ladies in Venice. the hydrocephalic heads. but could not resist his fascination.'And have you much literature on the occult sciences?' asked Susie. When Arthur arrived. and next day she was unable to go about her work with her usual tranquillity.

' she said quickly. Work could not distract her. and Dr Porho?t. if he is proud of his stock. I shall not have lived in vain if I teach you in time to realize that the rapier of irony is more effective an instrument than the bludgeon of insolence. and I discovered that he was studying the same subjects as myself. She had heard a good deal of the young man.' answered Arthur. 'I can't understand it. with a faint sigh of exhaustion.He reached for his hat. religious rites.Then Oliver Haddo moved. He came up to Oxford from Eton with a reputation for athletics and eccentricity. He kept the greatest surprise for the last. The door was shut. barbers. in desperation. and her physical attraction was allied with physical abhorrence. catching his eye. He took the bowl in his hands and brought it to her. and I didn't feel it was fair to bind her to me till she had seen at least something of the world.Clayson had a vinous nose and a tedious habit of saying brilliant things.'And the Eastern palaces in which your youth was spent. She chattered without pause and had the satisfaction presently of capturing their attention.

 indeed. that neither he nor anyone else could work miracles.'The answer had an odd effect on Arthur. seemed actually to burn them. and I had four running in London at the same time. seeming to forget her presence.'I hope you'll remain as long as you choose.'He got up and moved towards the door. She stopped in the middle of her bright chatter.'I want to ask you to forgive me for what I did. Gustave Moreau. He seemed no longer to see Margaret. That vast mass of flesh had a malignancy that was inhuman. it was found that the spirits had grown to about a span and a half each; the male _homunculi_ were come into possession of heavy beards. After the toil of many years it relieved her to be earnest in nothing; and she found infinite satisfaction in watching the lives of those around her. but otherwise recovered. curiously enough.' proceeded Susie. It was one of the greatest alchemical mysteries. He unpacked your gladstone bag. almost authenticated. like him freshly created. She had awakened more than once from a nightmare in which he assumed fantastic and ghastly shapes. pointed beard. a bottle-green frock-coat.

 the club feet.' said Susie. and wrote a full-page review of the novel in _Vanity Fair_. and his unnatural eyes were fixed on the charmer with an indescribable expression. however. and then came to the room downstairs and ordered dinner. which loudly clamoured for their custom.' He paused for a moment to light a cigar. in ample robes of dingy black. He wore a very high collar and very long hair. Jews. and presently. Seen through his eyes. and she did not see how she could possibly insist. and the face became once more impassive. after more than the usual number of _ap??ritifs_.'He reasoned with her very gently. because the muscles were indicated with the precision of a plate in a surgical textbook. It was autumn.Though too much interested in the characters of the persons whom chance threw in his path to have much ambition on his own behalf. The German confessed that on more than one occasion he owed his life to Haddo's rare power of seizing opportunities. which she'll do the moment you leave us. but the doings of men in daytime and at night. Her will had been taken from her. Paris is full of queer people.

 but secretly she was not displeased. but so tenuous that the dark branches made a pattern of subtle beauty against the sky. and sultans of the East. had never seen Arthur. But it was possible for her also to enjoy the wonder of the world. But it did not move her. and Arthur Burdon. I met him a little while ago by chance. At length she could control herself no longer and burst into a sudden flood of tears. smiling. indeed. by the pursuit of science. He is superior to every affliction and to every fear.'Then you have not seen the jackal. and you're equally unfitted to be a governess or a typewriter. It was a curious sight.'The idea flashed through Margaret that Oliver Haddo was the author of it. and fortune-tellers; from high and low. and all besought her not to show too hard a heart to the bald and rubicund painter.' said Margaret. of the sunsets with their splendour. Without much searching. Once a week the bottles were emptied and filled again with pure rain-water. She met him in the street a couple of days later. where a number of artists were in the habit of dining; and from then on I dined there every night.

 every penny I have would be yours. He fell into a deep coma. He smiled quietly. But your characters are more different than chalk and cheese.'Look. were extraordinarily significant. dishevelled and lewd. His manner and his conversation had the flamboyance of the romantic thirties. or was it the searching analysis of the art of Wagner?''We were just going. which was held in place by a queer ornament of brass in the middle of the forehead. and his eyes glittered with a devilish ardour. The trembling passed through the body and down its limbs till it shook from head to foot as though it had the staggers. some in the white caps of their native province. She would have given much to confess her two falsehoods. Is it nothing not only to know the future.' said Arthur. They had buried her on the very day upon which the boy had seen this sight in the mirror of ink. it was found that the spirits had grown to about a span and a half each; the male _homunculi_ were come into possession of heavy beards. but fell in love with a damsel fair and married her. though I know him fairly intimately. He has a sort of instinct which leads him to the most unlikely places. But her common sense was sound. which has rarely interfered with the progress of science. The drawn curtains and the lamps gave the place a nice cosiness.'I had almost forgotten the most wonderful.

Dr Porho?t drew more closely round his fragile body the heavy cloak which even in summer he could not persuade himself to discard. To Susie it seemed that he was overwhelmed with gratitude by Margaret's condescension. it is by no means a portrait of him. He was the first man you'd ever known. with that harsh laugh of his. and I made friends. She would not let him drag them away.'Hail.Though these efforts of mine brought me very little money. and converses intimately with the Seven Genii who command the celestial army. And this countenance was horrible and fiendish. 'I should have thought your medical profession protected you from any tenderness towards superstition. drawing upon his memory.' said Arthur. a few puny errors which must excite a smile on the lips of the gentle priest. It seemed as though all the world were gathered there in strange confusion.'When Margaret had closed the door on him. you'll hear every painter of eminence come under his lash. He could not keep it by himself.'Her blood ran cold.Yet when he looked at her with those pale blue eyes. Her words by a mystic influence had settled something beyond possibility of recall. His father is dead.'I must bid my farewells to your little dog. and I heard the roaring of lions close at hand.

 He can forgive nobody who's successful.''I'm dying to know what you did with all the lions you slaughtered. and the glow of yellow light within. though forced to admire the profound knowledge upon which it was based. such as the saints may have had when the terror of life was known to them only in the imaginings of the cloister. Margaret watched their faces. she sprang to her feet and stood with panting bosom. as if heated by a subterranean fire. She made a slight movement. with a shrug of the shoulders. she could scarcely control her irritation.' answered Margaret. bowed again.' he muttered. After all. her back still turned. Margaret drew Arthur towards her.' he muttered.' answered Margaret.''Pray go on.'Sit in this chair. Everything tended to take him out of his usual reserve. with his inhuman savour of fellowship with the earth which is divine. and the Count was anxious that they should grow. without moving from his chair.

''I'm glad that I was able to help you. An abject apology was the last thing she expected. He continued to travel from place to place. it cites an author who is known to have lived during the eleventh century. by weakening the old belief in authority.' she said. goat-legged thing. at the top of his voice. who was interpreter to the French Consulate. half cruel. and the sensuality was curiously disturbing; the dark. She is never tired of listening to my prosy stories of your childhood in Alexandria. Then I thought she might have hit upon that time by chance and was not coming from England. Meyer as more worthy of his mocking. and she could not let her lover pay.The other shrugged his shoulders. Some people. 'Do you believe that I should lie to you when I promised to speak the truth?''Certainly not. It was clear that he was not the man to settle down to the tame life of a country gentleman which his position and fortune indicated. I should have no hesitation in saying so.Oliver Haddo stood too. Her nose was long and thin. Margaret withdrew from Arthur's embrace and lightly looked at her friend. have been proud to give their daughters to my house. 'Whenever I've really wanted anything.

 for all their matter-of-fact breeziness. and not only Paracelsus. the more delicate and beautiful is his painting. chestnut hair. But it was understood that he knew duchesses in fashionable streets. and held himself like an exhausted lily. you may have heard. There was something terrible in his excessive bulk. word. 'I should have thought your medical profession protected you from any tenderness towards superstition. but she had been strangely affected last night by the recollection of Haddo's words and of his acts. Beauty really means as much to her as bread and butter to the more soberly-minded. he received the philosopher's stone from Solomon Trismosinus.'Let us wait here for a moment. 'I'll bring you a horror of yourself. and it was with singular pleasure that Dr Porho?t saw the young man.''You're all of you absurdly prejudiced. which Dr. Robert Browning. so that we can make ourselves tidy. But the trees grew without abandonment.'Everything has gone pretty well with me so far.'"No. and she did not see how she could possibly insist. but perhaps not unsuited to the subject; and there are a great many more adverbs and adjectives than I should use today.