A Son of Perdition: An Occult Romance — David Hume — John Shaqi
A Son of Perdition: An Occult Romance
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The Satanic pride of Don Pablo rose in arms against this insinuation.
"Eberstein will find me no mean adversary," he snarled. "I shall fight
and fight to the last. Already the fly in the person of Montrose has
walked into my parlour."
"Oh! So you are the spider?"
"Yes! And I shall devour Montrose if I can. Already I have made my plans
and started my work by paying attentions to that silly Rose Penwin, thus
arousing the jealousy of Trevel."
"But I don't see----"
"Never mind what you see," interrupted Narvaez impatiently. "Leave me to
do what I intend to do, and then Eberstein will not find it easy to save
Montrose, in spite of his power."
"But if he has more power than you----?"
"Can't you understand?" cried Don Pablo, exasperated. "Montrose and
Alice both have free-will. Eberstein can guide and coax; he cannot
command. If the two yield to Self, then we triumph."
"And if they renounce Self?"
"Then we fail. But be of good cheer. Neither is yet so strong as to have
entirely conquered the animal self, and that will fight in each for its
existence. What you have to do is to play the courteous host, to permit
the engagement of Alice and Montrose: then leave the rest to me."
This was only one of many conversations which Enistor had with his
Master, while awaiting the arrival of his guest. He could not quite
understand the situation, and Narvaez declined to explain further than
was in his opinion necessary. All Enistor knew was that Montrose was to
be trapped in some way, and that Don Pablo's courting of Rose Penwin
with gifts had to do with the trapping. Contented with this knowledge,
the man was markedly amiable to his daughter, and Alice felt nervously
surprised by the unusual attention which her ordinarily indifferent
father paid her. Formerly she had, with some reason, dreaded the
sinister influence emanating from him, but now seeing in his
demonstrations of affection a sign that he truly loved her, she
regretted her possible misjudgment. In many ways she attempted to show
her appreciation of the miraculous change from blame to praise, and on
the whole found domestic life at Tremore unexpectedly pleasant.
Nevertheless the natures of father and daughter clashed at odd moments,
and it was only by constantly acting parts they did not truly feel that
they could keep things smooth. More than ever did Alice long for the
arrival of Montrose, so that she could display her true nature and
exercise her true love.