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Bessel has several times repeated this statement to myself among other people varying the details as the narrator of real experiences always does, but never by any chance contradicting himself in any particular. And the statement he makes is in substance as follows. In order to understand it clearly it is necessary to go back to his experiments with Mr. Vincey before his remarkable attack. Mr.
For a long time, as it seemed to him, this realisation occupied his mind to the exclusion of all other matters, and then he recalled the engagement with Mr. Vincey, to which this astonishing experience was, after all, but a prelude. He turned his mind to locomotion in this new body in which he found himself. For a time he was unable to shift himself from his attachment to his earthly carcass.
Then once more he hurled himself against the impassable barrier, and then with all that crew of mocking ghosts about him, hurried back in dire confusion to Vincey to tell him of the outrage that had come upon him. But the brain of Vincey was now closed against apparitions, and the disembodied Mr. Bessel pursued him in vain as he hurried out into Holborn to call a cab.
"You are pleased to mock me, Leo Vincey, well knowing what a husband this man is to me." Now I felt that the crisis had come, and so did Leo, for he looked her in the face and said "Speak on, lady, say all you wish; perhaps it will be better for us both." "I obey you, lord. Of the beginning of this fate I know nothing, but I read from the first page that is open to me.
He even believes that he heard the voice of his fellow experimenter calling distressfully to him, though at the time he considered this to be an illusion. The vivid impression remained though Mr. Vincey awoke. For a space he lay awake and trembling in the darkness, possessed with that vague, unaccountable terror of unknown possibilities that comes out of dreams upon even the bravest men.
Their experiments were conducted in the following manner: At a pre-arranged hour Mr. Bessel shut himself in one of his rooms in the Albany and Mr. Vincey in his sitting-room in Staple Inn, and each then fixed his mind as resolutely as possible on the other. Mr.
I say to you yet again that while I live you set no foot upon that Mountain. Know also, Leo Vincey, I have bared my heart to you, and I have been told in answer that this long quest of yours is not for me, as I was sure in my folly, but, as I think, for some demon wearing the shape of woman, whom you will never find. Now I make no prayer to you; it is not fitting, but you have learned too much.
Slowly we rose, and stood silent, not knowing what to say. "I greet you, Wanderers," the voice repeated. "Tell me thou" and the sceptre pointed towards Leo "how art thou named?" "I am named Leo Vincey," he answered. "Leo Vincey! I like the name, which to me well befits a man so goodly. And thou, the companion of Leo Vincey?" "I am named Horace Holly." "So.
At least I lost her, and what I lost I seek, and have sought this many a year." "Why dost thou seek her in my Mountain, Leo Vincey?" "Because a vision led me to ask counsel of its Oracle. I am come hither to learn tidings of my lost love, since here alone these may be found." "And thou, Holly, didst thou also love an immortal woman whose immortality, it seems, must bow to death?"
Through no will of mine your husband's blood is on my hands, and that alone must separate us for ever. We are divided by the doors of death and destiny. Go back to your people, and pardon me if most unwillingly I have brought you doubt and trouble. Farewell." She listened with bowed head, then replied, very sadly "I thank you for your gentle words, but, Leo Vincey, we do not part thus easily.
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