Now this skilful rhetorician seemed to me to expend great skill in
rearing a firmly-constructed edifice, towering aloft on its own
self-supported basis, but resting on, and upheld by, some internal
principle of necessity. I regretted in it the total absence of what I
desired to find; and thus it seemed a mere work of art, serving only by
its elegance and exquisite finish to captivate the eye. Nevertheless, I
listened with pleasure to this eloquently gifted man, who diverted my
attention from my own sorrows to the speaker; and he would have secured
my entire acquiescence if he had appealed to my heart as well as to my
judgment.
In the meantime the hours had passed away, and morning had already dawned
imperceptibly in the horizon; looking up, I shuddered as I beheld in the
east all those splendid hues that announce the rising sun. At this hour,
when all natural shadows are seen in their full proportions, not a fence
or a shelter of any kind could I descry in this open country, and I was
not alone! I cast a glance at my companion, and shuddered again—it was
the man in the grey coat himself! He laughed at my surprise, and said,
without giving me time to speak: “You see, according to the fashion of
this world, mutual convenience binds us together for a time: there is
plenty of time to think of parting. The road here along the mountain,
which perhaps has escaped your notice, is the only one that you can
prudently take; into the valley you dare not descend—the path over the
mountain would but reconduct you to the town which you have left—my road,
too, lies this way. I perceive you change colour at the rising sun—I
have no objections to let you have the loan of your shadow during our
journey, and in return you may not be indisposed to tolerate my society.
You have now no Bendel; but I will act for him. I regret that you are
not over-fond of me; but that need not prevent you from accepting my poor
services. The devil is not so black as he is painted. Yesterday you
provoked me, I own; but now that is all forgotten, and you must confess I
have this day succeeded in beguiling the wearisomeness of your journey.
Come, take your shadow, and make trial of it.”
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