The impression deepened as he found himself alone with the Hindu. He had rather dreaded the strange demands and customs that might meet him; but the man of bronze and the snowy turban proved himself to be the best of table companions, suave, courteous and sympathetic. He seemed even to take a kindly interest in such matters of a day as Mr. Early's incursions into the realms of art and literature. Through dinner they chatted almost gaily, and afterward, while Mr. Early smoked, the Swami joined him in the slow sipping of a liqueur. There is a frankness of those who have nothing to hide; there is a frankness which makes a mask for him who is, below the surface, all mystery. As Sebastian studied his companion, he told himself that this simple creature was after all a man, perhaps adapting himself to public demands as any clever fellow would; and, as this thought occurred to him, Mr. Early's benevolence increased. "You ought to write a book," he said with the air of one projecting a novel thought. "With your gift for expression, and your--ah--insight into realities, you couldn't fail to make a success of it." "It is my intention," said the Hindu. Mr. Early looked a little taken aback, but brightened again with a new suggestion. "Why not do it here?" he asked. "Come, where could you find a more fitting place? You have your rooms in a wing of the house all to yourself. That gives you perfect solitude. I should be delighted to have you for my guest while you do your work; and when you finish, I know enough of the tricks of the trade to help you push it a bit." "Of a certainty truth is self-vigorous, and needs no tricks to keep it living." "Ah, yes," the man of business answered cheerfully. "But one may boost it,--one may boost it, my dear fellow." The Swami bent his great head and appeared to meditate. When he looked up, his spiritual eyes were narrowed to a speculative slit, and he studied the face on the other side of the comfortable log fire. "My friend, you are generous. You offer me a home, and I am fain to accept it, if I may put the offer in another form. For the present I must return to India. Too long already have I been away from the atmosphere which is to me life. I must see some of the brothers of my soul. I must saturate myself with repose and with the underlying--with Karma. Also, in this too-vigorous country, that is unattainable. But here, in this place, one who is filled with the message might give it forth to his brothers--or perhaps to the sisters, who appear the more anxious for it. Here the very energy of the air says 'give' rather than 'grow'. If I might a year--six months hence--accept your hospitality?" He looked tentatively at Mr. Early. "My home is yours. Do what you like with it," said Mr. Early benignly. He was thinking how well a picturesque cut of the Hindu's head would look on the covers of _The Aspirant_, combined with a judicious puff within. The Swami smiled serenely.