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"This afternoon," Saton declared slowly, "marks an epoch. What Naudheim said was remarkable because of what he left unsaid. Couldn't you feel that? Didn't you understand? If that man had ambitions, he could startle even this matter-of-fact world of ours. He could shake it to its very base." She shivered a little. Her fingers were idly tapping the window-sill.
"I want to explain a little further what Naudheim was saying. I can take you a little further, even, than he did to-day." "You must come and see me," she answered lightly. "Remember that after all the world has conventions." He stepped back on to the doorstep after he had handed her into her carriage. She threw herself back amongst the cushions with something that was like a sob of relief.
"So long as you have not come to fetch him away," Naudheim muttered. Pauline shook her head. "We have come," she said, "because we care for him, because we were anxious to know whether he had come to his own. We will go away the moment you send us." "You will have some tea," Naudheim growled, a little more graciously. "Saton, man, be hospitable.
"You can sweep all those things off the writing-table, if they seem too elaborate for you, and pitch the flowers out of the window if you like." "Bah!" Naudheim answered. "It is the atmosphere. I smell it everywhere. This is not the house for thoughts. This is not the house wherein one can build. My young friend, you have fallen away. You are like all the others. You listen to the tin music."
One passes from field to field, and our lives are not long enough, nor our brains great enough, to reach the place where we may call halt." "Do you mean," she asked, "that you will live here all your days?" "Why not?" he answered. "I have tried other things, and you know what they made of me. If I live here till I am as old as Naudheim, I shall only be suffering a just penance."
Afterwards, I am going to Naudheim for a month. When I come back, I shall give another lecture. After that, perhaps these places will not be necessary any more. But who can tell? Money we must have, money all the time. Science is great, but men and women must live." She looked at him with a grim smile. "You amuse me," she said.
Rochester walked by her side, puzzled. He had never seen her like this. "I suppose I am hysterical," she said, clutching at his arm for a moment as they passed along the walk. "There, even that does me good. It's good to feel oh, I don't know what I'm talking about!" she exclaimed. "Where have you been this afternoon?" he asked gravely. "To hear that awful man Naudheim," she answered.
Rochester was busy still with his shoulder, and the pain made him faint. "Go back to Naudheim," she whispered. "Start life from the very bottom rung, if he will have it so. Don't be afraid of failure. Keep your hands tight upon the ladder, and your eyes turned toward Heaven. Oh! You can climb if you will, Bertrand. You can climb, I am sure. Don't look down. Don't pause.
"The first part of his work with Naudheim will be finished then, and we think he will have earned a vacation." Saton held out his hands to Rochester. "Mr. Rochester," he said, "I have never asked you to forgive me for all the hard things I have said and thought of you, for my ingratitude, and for other things." "Don't speak of them," Rochester interrupted. "I won't," Saton continued quickly.
"So we arrive," they heard his harsh, eager tones, "so we arrive at the evolution of that consciousness which may justly be termed eternal the consciousness which has become subject to these primary and irresistible laws, the understanding of which has baffled for so many ages the students of every country. So we come " Naudheim broke off in the middle of his sentence.
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