“Merely asked whom that house now belonged to.”
The same evening I happened to go with a friend to a place in town
called the Cosmopolitan Club, a place open to men of all countries, all
opinions, all degrees. One orders one’s coffee, smokes one’s cigar. One
is always sure to meet agreeable, sometimes remarkable persons.
I had not been two minutes in the room before I beheld at table,
conversing with an acquaintance of mine, whom I will designate by the
initial G----, the man, the original of the miniature. He was now
without his hat, and the likeness was yet more startling, only I
observed that while he was conversing, there was less severity in the
countenance; there was even a smile, though a very quiet and very cold
one. The dignity of mien I had acknowledged in the street was also more
striking; a dignity akin to that which invests some prince of the East,
conveying the idea of supreme indifference and habitual, indisputable,
indolent, but resistless power.
G---- soon after left the stranger, who then took up a scientific
journal, which seemed to absorb his attention.
I drew G---- aside. “Who and what is that gentleman?”
“That? Oh, a very remarkable man indeed! I met him last year amidst the
caves of Petra, the Scriptural Edom. He is the best Oriental scholar I
know. We joined company, had an adventure with robbers, in which he
showed a coolness that saved our lives; afterward he invited me to spend
a day with him in a house he had bought at Damascus, a house buried
amongst almond-blossoms and roses; the most beautiful thing! He had
lived there for some years, quite as an Oriental, in grand style. I half
suspect he is a renegade, immensely rich, very odd; by the by, a great
mesmerizer. I have seen him with my own eyes produce an effect on
inanimate things. If you take a letter from your pocket and throw it to
the other end of the room, he will order it to come to his feet, and you
will see the letter wriggle itself along the floor till it has obeyed
his command. ’Pon my honor ’tis true; I have seen him affect even the
weather; disperse or collect clouds, by means of a glass tube or wand.
But he does not like talking of these matters to strangers. He has only
just arrived in England; says he has not been here for a great many
years; let me introduce him to you.”
“Certainly! He is English, then? What is his name?”
“Oh! a very homely one,--Richards.”
“And what is his birth,--his family?”
“How do I know? What does it signify? No doubt some _parvenu_; but rich,
so infernally rich!”
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