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I do not know why I am here. The car came round as usual to take me for my morning run. I got in why I don't know." Sarakoff was studying her attentively. "It is very strange," he said. "You used to arouse a feeling of strength and determination in me, Leonora. You used to stimulate me intensely. This morning I only feel one thing about you." "What is that?" "I feel that I have cheated you."
"Nothing at present. I sit and think. It was difficult for me to make myself come here to-day." She smiled suddenly. "Richard, it seems strange to recall that we were engaged." She spoke without any embarrassment and I answered her with equal ease. "I hope you don't think our engagement is broken off, Alice. I think my feelings towards you are unchanged." "Ah!" exclaimed Sarakoff.
Some neighbouring people stared at me for a moment and then went on eating. Mr. Clutterbuck paid at the desk and left the establishment. I had received the verdict of the average man. When I reached home, Sarakoff was out. He had left a message to say he would not be in until after midnight, as he was going to hear Leonora sing at the opera, and purposed to take her to supper afterwards.
To me, owing to some mysterious change that I cannot explain, the clock had ceased to be a tyrannous and hateful monster. I did not care how fast it went or to what hour it pointed. Time was no longer precious, any more than the sand of the sea is precious. "Aren't you going to have any breakfast?" asked Symington-Tearle. "I'm not in the least hurry," replied Sarakoff.
I looked away and studied the bright throng of visitors in the hall. "In a few days?" I asked. "Are you not a trifle optimistic? Don't you think that it will take months before the possibilities and meaning of the germ are properly realized?" "Rubbish," exclaimed Sarakoff. "You are a confirmed pessimist. You are impossible, Harden. You are a mass of doubts and apprehensions.
I smiled and shook my head. "Wait," said Sarakoff from the sofa; "wait a little. Why are you in such a hurry to jump to conclusions?" "Because it's my business to jump to conclusions just six hours before anyone else does," said Jason. "I calculate that my mind, for the last twenty years, has been six hours ahead of time. I live in a state of chronic anticipation, Dr. Sarakoff.
I rejoined Thornduck in the study. "Sarakoff is in a kind of trance," I observed. "What do you make of it?" "Isn't it natural?" he asked. "What kind of a man was he? What motives did he work on? Just think what the killing of desire means.
And I, Richard Harden, consulting physician who had hitherto looked on life through a microscope, remained kneeling on my miraculous carpet, gazing upwards at the miraculous heavens. Acting on some strange impulse I stretched out my hands, and then I saw something which turned me into a rigid statue. It was in this attitude that Sarakoff found me. He entered my room violently.
It was my friend Hammer, who had tended me after the accident that my black cat had brought about. "Gentlemen," said Hammer, when silence had fallen. "Although the statements of Professor Sarakoff and Dr. Harden appear fantastical, I believe that they may be nearer the truth than we suppose." His manner, slow, impressive and calm, aroused general attention.
A moment later Professor Sarakoff himself was shown in. I rose with a cry of welcome and clasped his hand. "My dear fellow, why didn't you let me know you were coming?" I cried. He smiled upon me with a mysterious brightness. "Harden," he said in a low voice, as if afraid of being heard, "I came on a sudden impulse. I wanted to show you something. Wait a moment."
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