a museum of held reverberations still more than of kept specimens. It
contained more of these latter than his fondest dream had originally
pleaded for, but he felt at moments that even had they all been absent
the sense of the whole would have been scarce less saved or the
composition less happy. The walls and windows and floors sufficiently
produced the effect--the perfect "state" of everything sufficiently
sounded the note.
There were questions--more even than he could meet--that came up for him
in the act of absence; but these questions either practically answered
themselves by contact, or, so far as they didn't, merged themselves in
others to which the answers might wait. Had the array of appurtenances,
such as it was, been there from of old, or were they objects got
together with the modern motive and precisely for the sake of their
suggestion? Did they in their elegant sparseness render the house
technically "furnished," and could it in point of fact be lived in
without additions and excrescences that would make it wrong? Were the
things honest rarities such as collectors would jump at, or only a
fortuitous handful that roughly and loosely harmonised? How came it that
if they were really "good" they were not on everyone's tongue, and how
above all that if they were poor they so convinced and beguiled? These
would have been matters to clear up by putting them to the test, and
Ralph knew of more ways than one in which, should he ask for an hour
from an obliging expert, his eyes would probably open. But experts and
tests were, as it happened, and as I have already signified, quite what
he was as yet least moved to cultivate; his instinct, with so much more
on his consciousness, from the first concussion, than he could fairly
handle, having been all to postpone the social complication, the
presentation of letters, the looking up of friends. It had struck him
that, marked out by his odd fate for an hospitality so rare and so
special, he might temporarily neglect any minor appeal. There was
already before him, goodness knew, matter enough for response.
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