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So much Bernald retained of his companion's actual narrative; the rest was swept away under the tide of wonder that rose and submerged him as Pellerin at some indefinitely later stage of their talk picked up his manuscript and began to read.
And now Bernald, moved by an irresistible instinct of postponement, had waited for his companion to bring up Winterman's name, and had even executed several conversational diversions in the hope of delaying its mention. For how could one talk of Winterman with the thought of Pellerin swelling one's breast?
"At least I think I can make you see why. Oh, it's an awful thing to say! But then I'm not afraid of saying awful things! I rather believe it's my mission. What I mean is, that we're getting into the way of taking Pellerin for granted as we do the air we breathe. We don't sufficiently lead our conscious life in him we're gradually letting him become subliminal."
He had gone away that was all that any of them knew: he who had so little, at any time, been with them or of them; and his going had so slightly stirred the public consciousness that even the subsequent news of his death, laconically imparted from afar, had dropped unheeded into the universal scrap-basket, to be long afterward fished out, with all its details missing, when some enquiring spirit first became aware, by chance encounter with a two-penny volume in a London book-stall, not only that such a man as John Pellerin had died, but that he had ever lived, or written.
I don't wonder the Greeks it was the Greeks? regarded eloquence as a supernatural power. As Alice says, when one looked at Howland Wade one understood what they meant by the Afflatus." Bernald rose and held out his hand. "Oh, I see it was Howland who made you feel as if Pellerin were in the room? And he made Miss Fosdick feel so too?" "Why, of course. But why are you rushing off?"
As Pellerin read, this density of blackness which never for a moment seemed inert or unalive was attenuated by imperceptible degrees, till a greyish pallour replaced it; then the pallour breathed and brightened, and suddenly dawn was on the sea. Something of the same nature went on in the young man's mind while he watched and listened.
He hadn't said so simply because Winterman was better than Pellerin that there was so much more of him, so to speak. Yes; but it came to Bernald in a flash wouldn't there by this time have been any amount more of Pellerin? ... The young man felt actually dizzy with the thought. That was it there was the solution of the haunting problem! This man was Pellerin, and more than Pellerin!
There could be no stranger spectacle beneath the stars than that of John Pellerin carried off by Miss Fosdick, and listening, in the small hours, to her elucidation of his doctrines; but Bernald knew enough of his sex to be aware that such an experiment may present a less humorous side to its subject than to an impartial observer.
That he should come to town with me to-morrow and go in the evening to hear Howland lecture to the Uplift Club. They're to meet at Mrs. Beecher Bain's, and Howland is to repeat the lecture that he gave the other day before the Pellerin Society at Kenosha.
And remember, you're to sit next to me in the corner on the left, close under the platform." She renewed her interrogative clutch on Bernald's sleeve. "Most curious! Doctor Wade has been telling me all about him how remarkable you all think him. And it's actually true that he's never heard of Pellerin?
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