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“I find,” he said, “they are not essential. I was about to discard them
in any event.” He paused. “It was clear to me,” he said, simply, “that
a scholarly appearance was not necessary to me in my new walk of life.”
He said this so casually, with such good faith and simplicity, that
Carmel saw how little he realized the absurdity of it. It demonstrated
something of the straightforwardness of the man, something simple
and childlike in him.... Carmel turned back to her desk with a warmer
feeling of friendship toward Evan. There was something engaging,
appealing about the artificially dried, cloistered, egoistic man.
“At any rate,” she said, presently, again aware of his eyes, “you seem
perfectly able to stare at me, glasses or no glasses.”
“I was staring at you,” he admitted, with disconcerting directness.
“Well, of all things!... Why?”
“Because,” he said, “you present an interesting problem.”
“Indeed!... What problem, if you please?”
There was no trace of self-consciousness in his answer. It was direct,
not made with humorous intent, nor as a man of the world might have
uttered similar words. It issued from profound depths of ignorance of
life and of the customs and habits of life.
“I find,” he said, “that I think about you a great deal. Yes.... I find
my thoughts taken up with you at most inopportune moments. I am even
able to visualize you. Very queer. Only last evening, when I should
have been otherwise occupied, I suddenly aroused myself to find I had
been giving you minute consideration for half an hour. I may even say
that I derived a certain pleasure from the exercise. It was startling,
if I may use so strong a word. Doubtless there is some cause for such a
mental phenomenon.... Will you believe me, Miss Lee, I was perfectly
able to see you as if you were in the room with me. I watched you move
about. I could see the changing expressions upon your face.... And when
I realized how I was frittering away my time, and set about resolutely
to take up the business in hand, I could do so only with the greatest
difficulty. Actually, I did so with regret, and thereafter found
concentration extremely difficult.... Therefore I have been sitting
here, studying you with the utmost care to discover, if I can, the
reason for these things.”
“And have you discovered it?” Carmel asked, a trifle breathlessly.
He shook his head. “Undoubtedly you are pleasing to the eye,” he said,
“but I must have encountered other people who are equally pleasing. I
must confess to being at a loss for an answer.”
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