I believe it _was_ the only way. I believe that nobody--no man, at any
rate--could have become his friend without those long preliminary
periods of silence. He was a locked box, and you had to believe, rather
than know, that there was something in it. I believed, and later on I
knew; but the revelation was very slow. Within a couple of months,
perhaps, I knew the ordinary obvious things about his life that most
people would have let me know within a couple of hours. Even then he
didn't exactly tell me anything. I deduced, or picked up information by
accident, or else asked a deliberate question and received a rather
embarrassed or grudging answer. The first time I went up to his room at
the College, for example, I saw "Dr. M. Terrington" painted on the
outside of the door. Till then I hadn't had the least idea that he was a
doctor, and nor had Severn, for at the dinner-party he had introduced
him as plain "mister." Anyhow, the information on the door seemed clear
enough to me, though it wasn't till a week after that I really learned
the truth, and then only by chance. I had cut my hand, and he bandaged
it for me very skilfully, which led me to make some complimentary remark
about his "doctor's skill." He told me then that he wasn't a medical
doctor at all, but a "mere Ph.D." He spoke of it as if it were quite a
minor distinction instead of being (as I afterwards found out) almost
unique for a man of his age.
Gradually, in such ways as this, I got to know the truth about him. It
wasn't at all exciting. He had sprung from poor parents (both of them
now dead), and had worked his way up to the university by a series of
scholarships and exhibitions which, though distinguished enough in
themselves, would be tedious to record. He had no relatives who ever
troubled about him, and I think I can say that until he came into
contact with me and the Severns he had no friends either. He worked
hard, knew nobody, went nowhere, and cared for nothing but his
microscopes and slides. Twice a week he lectured to a very small class,
and the fees from this, along with certain scholarship monies, made his
existence just financially possible.
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