The MagicianMaugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
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The Magician
Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
Magic -- Fiction; Paris (France) -- Fiction
Susie had not been in London for some time, and as the spring advanced
she remembered that her friends would be glad to see her. It would be
charming to spend a few weeks there with an adequate income; for its
pleasures had hitherto been closed to her, and she looked forward to
her visit as if it were to a foreign city. But though she would not
confess it to herself, her desire to see Arthur was the strongest of
her motives. Time and absence had deadened a little the intensity of
her feelings, and she could afford to acknowledge that she regarded him
with very great affection. She knew that he would never care for her,
but she was content to be his friend. She could think of him without
pain.
Susie stayed in Paris for three weeks to buy some of the clothes which
she asserted were now her only pleasure in life, and then went to
London.
She wrote to Arthur, and he invited her at once to lunch with him at a
restaurant. She was vexed, for she felt they could have spoken more
freely in his own house; but as soon as she saw him, she realized that
he had chosen their meeting-place deliberately. The crowd of people
that surrounded them, the gaiety, the playing of the band, prevented
any intimacy of conversation. They were forced to talk of commonplaces.
Susie was positively terrified at the change that had taken place in
him. He looked ten years older; he had lost flesh, and his hair was
sprinkled with white. His face was extraordinarily drawn, and his eyes
were weary from lack of sleep. But what most struck her was the change
in his expression. The look of pain which she had seen on his face that
last evening in the studio was now become settled, so that it altered
the lines of his countenance. It was harrowing to look at him. He was
more silent than ever, and when he spoke it was in a strange low voice
that seemed to come from a long way off. To be with him made Susie
curiously uneasy, for there was a strenuousness in him which deprived
his manner of all repose. One of the things that had pleased her in him
formerly was the tranquillity which gave one the impression that here
was a man who could be relied on in difficulties. At first she could
not understand exactly what had happened, but in a moment saw that he
was making an unceasing effort at self-control. He was never free from
suffering and he was constantly on the alert to prevent anyone from
seeing it. The strain gave him a peculiar restlessness.
But he was gentler than he had ever been before. He seemed genuinely
glad to see her and asked about her travels with interest. Susie led
him to talk of himself, and he spoke willingly enough of his daily
round. He was earning a good deal of money, and his professional
reputation was making steady progress. He worked hard. Besides his
duties at the two hospitals with which he was now connected, his
teaching, and his private practice, he had read of late one or two
papers before scientific bodies, and was editing a large work on
surgery.
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