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Updated: June 10, 2025
I heard this morning that Max Naudheim will be in London before the end of the week, and I wondered whether you would care to meet him." "Of course I should," she answered, "only I hope that he is more comprehensible than his book." "I have never met him myself," Saton answered, "but I know that he has a letter to me.
I simply thought that as the morning was so fine we might walk for a little time in the sunshine. But that is nothing." Naudheim shook his head. "Not one word do I speak of those things that are precious to me, in this house," he declared. "I tell you that its atmosphere would choke the life out of every thought that was ever conceived.
She rested her delicate oval face upon her fingers, and looked away toward the deep green foliage of the trees outside. "I did not notice it," she said, "and yet, somehow or other the whole atmosphere seemed stifling. Naudheim is great," she went on. "Oh, he is a great man, of course. He said wonderful things in a convincing way. He made one gasp."
Here we have to adapt ourself in some way to the customs of the people with whom we are forced to come into daily contact." Naudheim suddenly abandoned that far-away look of his, his habit of seeing through the person with whom he was talking. He looked into Saton's face steadily, almost fiercely. "Young man," he said, "you talk like a fool. Now listen to me. These are my parting words!
There was neither host nor hostess, except that Saton had shaken hands with a few, and from his place by the side of Naudheim had indicated the turn of those who wished to speak. Their visitor's peculiarities were well-known to all of them. He had left them abruptly, not from any sense of discourtesy, but because he had not the slightest idea of, or sympathy with, the manners of civilized people.
"I think," Saton answered, "that the work which I have done should be my answer to you. We are not all made alike. If I find it easier to breathe in an atmosphere such as this, then that is the atmosphere which I should choose. We do our best work amidst congenial surroundings. You in your den, and I in my library, can give of our best." Naudheim shook his head. "You are a fool," he said.
But to-day I loathe you. You are a creature of no account a foolish, dazzled moth. Don't dare to ring your bells. I need no flunkeys to show me the way to the door." Naudheim strode out, as a prophet of sterner days might have cast the dust of a pagan dancing hall from his feet. Saton for a moment was staggered. His composure left him.
"It is a wonderful place, madam!" Naudheim exclaimed glowering at them with darkening face. "It is wonderful because we are many thousands of feet up from that rotten, stinking little life, that cauldron of souls, into which my young friend here had very nearly pitched his own little offering." "It was we who sent him to you," Pauline said gently.
"And if you should come," he continued, "even though it be the evening, please wear an old dress and hat. Naudheim himself seldom appears in a collar. Any social gathering of any sort is loathsome to him. He will talk only amongst those whom he believes are his friends." "I will come, of course," Pauline answered. "It is good of you to think of me." "He may speak to you," Saton continued.
It seems to me that since it amused you to play the young man of fashion, you have lost your touch some portion of it, at any rate upon the greater things." Saton was very angry now. He was only indifferently successful in his attempt to conceal the fact. "You, too," he muttered. "Well, we shall see. Naudheim has brains, and he has worked for many years.
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