“Oh, it needn't,” he responded, in a philosophic tone, looking off
towards the jagged line of the horizon, where the purple waves showed
their changing outline. “If you are wondering why it is that you dislike
me when you find nothing of which to disapprove in my conduct, don't let
that puzzle you any longer. Regard does not depend upon character. The
mystery of attraction has never been solved. Now, I've seen women more
beautiful than you; I know many who are more learned; as for a sense of
justice and fairness, why, I don't think you understand the first
principles. Yet you are the one woman, in the world for me. Now that
you've taken love out of my life, this world is nothing more to me than
a workshop. I shall get up every morning and put myself at my bench, so
to speak, and work till nightfall. Then I shall sleep. It is dull, but
it doesn't matter. I have been at some trouble to convince myself of the
fact that it doesn't matter, and I value the conviction. Life isn't as
disheartening as it would be if it lasted longer.
“'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realms of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and prepares it for another guest.”
Miss Curtis sat up in her chair, and her eyes were flashing indignation.
“I won't listen in silence to the profanity of that old heathen,” she
cried.
“You refer to my friend Omar?” inquired Paine, quizzically, dropping his
earnestness as soon as she assumed it.
“I consider him one of the most dangerous of men! Once you would have
been above advancing such philosophy! The idea of your talking that
inert fatalism! It's incredible that you should admire what is supine
and cowardly--”
Payne's eyes were twinkling. He lit his pipe with a “By your
permission,” and between the puffs chanted:
“Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry scheme of Things entire
Would we not shatter it to bits--and then
Remould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!”
“Even that is blasphemous impertinence!” the lady protested, knowing
that she was angry, and rejoicing in the sensation.
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