"I was wondering whether I could show you the sort of man Bert Mackay was" Nichols resumed suddenly "It’s difficult enough to lay down the lines of any human being; and Bert was a doubly complex subject, chiefly, perhaps, because the key to his nature was so simple. Simplicity seems the most erratic of qualities to a world trained in suppression and negation. He was one of those startling fellows whom people instinctively like, but daren’t approve of. He was brilliant but not entirely well balanced, let us put it; as primitive a soul as I’ve ever come in contact with. In fact, he was really wild, like nature—didn’t attempt to pause or reckon, but let life come and go; and like nature, too, his growth was a series of instinctive processes. A man of the open, swift-minded, magnetic, and sincere, he was a tremendous vital force, stirring life violently wherever he touched it; while a romantic conscience, which plunged him into moods of contrition and despair, seemed to bring him out of every experience with a clear eye and an innocence apparently unimpaired. "You can imagine, with all this, that his way with women was rash, sudden, appalling, and awfully fascinating. He couldn’t talk well, but had a presence and manner that spoke for him louder than words. He was tall and dark and virile, a devilishly handsome chap. In fact, he possessed the secret of power that can’t be cultivated or affected, the emanation of love, a glorious and terrible inheritance. Something quite different, you know, from any trace of carnality; he wasn’t a sensual man at all. He broke many hearts, I’m afraid; how, in the ordinary course of life and days, could it have been otherwise? I used to warn him to watch out; to tell him that some day, in a stroke of divine retribution, his own heart would be broken past mending. "’I hope so, Nichols!’ he used to fling out, with the serious gaiety that was one of his most charming characteristics ’You can’t imagine what a lost soul I am. Nothing else will save me’