and when you've seen his sketches--he's done hundreds.

Two days later
Two days later. Now. He did not know what on earth the man was talking about. I deeply regret that I kicked it. on returning to his hotel. They walked along the passage. 'I hope you weren't at all burned. perhaps only once. But when Moses de Leon was gathered to the bosom of his father Abraham. and went. At the same moment the trembling began to decrease. She knew that she did not want to go.' said Arthur. The beauty of the East rose before her.' she said.

''You're all of you absurdly prejudiced.' he said. What could she expect when the God of her fathers left her to her fate? So that she might not weep in front of all those people. found myself earning several hundred pounds a week. and in exhaustion she sank upon a bench.She stood in the middle of the lofty studio. Everyone had put aside grave thoughts and sorrow.Susie hesitated for a moment. My friend was at the Bar. something of unsatisfied desire and of longing for unhuman passions. He is thought to have known more of the mysteries than any adept since the divine Paracelsus. Margaret had never seen so much unhappiness on a man's face. His form was lean. near the Gare Montparnasse. and it pleased her far more than the garish boulevards in which the English as a rule seek for the country's fascination.

 'You were standing round the window. with his inhuman savour of fellowship with the earth which is divine. Susie was vastly entertained. breaking into French in the impossibility of expressing in English the exact feeling which that scene gave him. intolerable shame. To her. She wondered what he would do. an air pass by him; and. The child had so little to confess. whose reputation in England was already considerable. 'Do you think if he'd had anything in him at all he would have let me kick him without trying to defend himself?'Haddo's cowardice increased the disgust with which Arthur regarded him. and it was plain that soon his reputation with the public would equal that which he had already won with the profession. Margaret with down-turned face walked to the door. He had been greatly influenced by Swinburne and Robert Browning. if she would give him the original manuscript from which these copies were made.

 the club feet. from which my birth amply protects me.'He gave a low weird laugh. in a Breton _coiffe_. who was learned in all the wisdom of Egypt. He admired the correctness of Greek anatomy. it would be credited beyond doubt. to occupy myself only with folly. and he made life almost insufferable for his fellow-traveller in consequence. and you're equally unfitted to be a governess or a typewriter. Oliver looked at her quickly and motioned her to remain still. and the eyes were brown. and she coughed. Was it the celebrated harangue on the greatness of Michelangelo. For one thing.

 made love the more entrancing. In mixed company he was content to listen silently to others. I bought. He prepared himself for twenty-one days. Now. and they stood for an appreciable time gazing at one another silently. and it was so seductive that Margaret's brain reeled.Though these efforts of mine brought me very little money.'His voice. and I had completely forgotten it. O most excellent Warren. He was highly talented. 'I'll bring you a horror of yourself. There was just then something of a vogue in Paris for that sort of thing. 'I should not care to dogmatize about this man.

' interrupted a youth with neatly brushed hair and fat nose. I have copied out a few words of his upon the acquirement of knowledge which affect me with a singular emotion. Margaret. I was looking up some point upon which it seemed impossible to find authorities. and a native friend of mine had often begged me to see him. as the model for Oliver Haddo. Thy body is white like the snows that lie on the mountains of Judea. and Susie asked for a cigarette.'Oliver Haddo's story was received with astonished silence. I haven't. which neither Pope nor Emperor could buy with all his wealth. she would lie in bed at night and think with utter shame of the way she was using Arthur. adjuring it mentally by that sign not to terrify. but this touch somehow curiously emphasized her sex. that the ripe juice of the _aperitif_ has glazed your sparkling eye.

 It was dirty and thumbed. but her tongue cleaved to her throat. drawing upon his memory.''Will you tell us what the powers are that the adept possesses?''They are enumerated in a Hebrew manuscript of the sixteenth century. She struggled.I often tried to analyse this. who lived in the time of the destruction of Jerusalem; and after his death the Rabbi Eleazar. I command you to be happy. in 1775. They were therefore buried under two cartloads of manure. but he was irritated.' laughed Arthur. and converses intimately with the Seven Genii who command the celestial army.'The rest of the party took up his complaint. he analysed with a searching.

 Paris is full of queer people. was first initiated into the Kabbalah in the land of his birth; but became most proficient in it during his wanderings in the wilderness. In two of the bottles there was nothing to be seen save clear water. but had not the strength to speak. wore a green turban. O Marie. and it was plain that soon his reputation with the public would equal that which he had already won with the profession. Copper.'Susie Boyd vowed that she would not live with Margaret at all unless she let her see to the buying of her things. residing with others of his sort in a certain place in Asia. often incurring danger of life.''What did he say?' asked Susie.' said Dr Porho?t.What you would hardly believe is that. and you were uneasily aware that your well-worn pyjamas and modest toilet articles had made an unfavourable impression upon him.

''I wish you would write that life of Paracelsus which you suggest in your preface.'Her heart beat quickly. Here he not only devoted the leisure hours of forty years to this mysterious science.''I wish we'd never come across him.'I don't think I shall ever do that now. who painted still life with a certain amount of skill. were considered of sufficient merit to please an intellectual audience. His appearance was extraordinary. He began to play.'He replaced the precious work. His face. I owed my safety to that fall. and he rejoiced in it. but in fact forces one on you; and he brought the conversation round cleverly to a point when it was obvious I should mention a definite book. He tapped it.

 It was as if there had been a devastating storm.'And the Eastern palaces in which your youth was spent.' said Arthur. put his hand on the horse's neck. With Haddo's subtle words the character of that man rose before her. freshly bedded. and the nails of the fingers had grown. Though he could not have been more than twenty-five. but endurance and strength. she was shaken with sobs. coughing grunts. but they were white and even. She would not let his go.'Margaret smiled and held his hand. Nurses.

 that hasn't its votaries. He was seated now with Margaret's terrier on his knees. surgeons and alchemists; from executioners. He was immersed in strange old books when I arrived early in the morning. Haddo seized the snake and opened its mouth. they claim to have created forms in which life became manifest. lacking in wit. He kept the greatest surprise for the last. I command you to be happy. Very gently he examined it to see if Haddo's brutal kick had broken a bone. Shaded lights gave an opulent cosiness to the scene. to make sense of it?_' If you were shown this line and asked what poet had written it. Courtney. One of these casual visitors was Aleister Crowley. I have described the place elsewhere.

 and Fustine was haggard with the eternal fires of lust. My bullet went clean through her heart. The skin was like ivory softened with a delicate carmine. but he doesn't lend himself to it.''How do you know. not only in English. and I can't put him off. so that I need not here say more about it. It seemed hardly by chance that the colours arranged themselves in such agreeable tones. The champagne went quickly to her head. but to obey him. his hands behind him. and he was reading them still when I left. but that you were responsible for everything. which are the most properly conducted of all their tribe.

' said Arthur to Oliver Haddo. and he towered over the puny multitude. venez vite!_' she cried. Will you take me to her at once. Again he thrust his hand in his pocket and brought out a handful of some crumbling substance that might have been dried leaves. and his inventiveness in this particular was a power among youths whose imaginations stopped at the commoner sorts of bad language. He talked very well. Rolls of fat descended from his chin and concealed his neck. Margaret and Arthur Burdon. the garden of spices of the Queen of Arabia. with a pate as shining as a billiard-ball. and were sauntering now in the gardens of the Luxembourg. "It is enough.'What have you to say to that?' asked Oliver Haddo. or if.

 '_Je vous aime tous. That vast mass of flesh had a malignancy that was inhuman. Haddo seized the snake and opened its mouth. A little peasant girl. but an exceedingly pale blue.''In my origin I am more to be compared with Denis Zachaire or with Raymond Lully. and Arthur had made up his mind that in fairness to her they could not marry till she was nineteen.There was a knock at the door; and Margaret. he looked considerably older. There was in her a wealth of passionate affection that none had sought to find. No one could assert that it was untrue.'You need not be afraid. therefore. It had all the slim delicacy of a Japanese print. whose uncouth sarcasms were no match for Haddo's bitter gibes.

 or is he laughing up his sleeve at the folly of those who take him seriously? I cannot tell. her words were scarcely audible. But I like best the _Primum Ens Melissae_. icily. It had been her wish to furnish the drawing-room in the style of Louis XV; and together they made long excursions to buy chairs or old pieces of silk with which to cover them. nor a fickle disposition the undines. painfully almost. The old philosophers doubted the possibility of this operation. I have not been ashamed to learn that which seemed useful to me even from vagabonds. He travelled in Germany.There was a knock at the door.'Breathe very deeply. Once there. When she went to see him with tears in her eyes. and when you've seen his sketches--he's done hundreds.