“To prevent their escape I sank a screen of wire two feet below the ground along the base of the walls; I also posted a warning inside my gate. Long ago I began to destroy them, and there were only a few left when you came. They were good friends to me--excellent friends!” he repeated, rubbing his hands with a grim smile. “For eighteen years I have been able to carry on my work unmolested. No knowledge of what was transpiring outside this little world has ever reached me.” “How did you begin the work of teaching this interior language to Rayel?” I asked. “By signs at first--gradually making them more simple and suggestive. The elimination of signs kept pace with the development of his intuitions. It was slow work and hard work, but I gave all my time to it. After he became familiar with a sign, I began to make it less pantomimic, until finally a lift of the eyebrow, a movement of the lips, or an inclination of the head served to express my meaning. In time he could detect the passing shades of expression in my eyes and understand them. Look at me,” said he, laying his hand on my head and watching my eyes as the firelight shone upon them, for it was now evening. “Don't you know, my boy, that your eyes reflect what is passing in your mind? Then there are countless nerves and muscles in your face which proclaim thought. They aid my intuitions to discover what you do not speak. You wonder--ah! you are afraid!--afraid of me.” I started in my chair, for while he was looking into my eyes a strange gleam came into his own. He turned about suddenly and looked into the bright fire that burned on the grate before us. “Never fear,” he continued, nervously twirling a lock of his white hair. “Never fear, sir--I am not mad. Not yet. I have been afraid of it, but my reason will outlast my life. Do you ever pray?” “Every day,” I answered. “Then you employ the interior language. We commune directly with the Holy Spirit. You get some message from Him every day more satisfactory than words. It's the answer of your prayers. I tell you, sir, words are an invention of the devil. Do you like Rayel?” he asked, turning upon me abruptly. “You need have no doubt of that,” I answered, “or of my willingness to look after him if it should be necessary--to take him away with me and cherish him as I would a brother.”