This was as much as this pleasant-looking, gray-haired man had written. I had been lost in his story throughout the earlier portions of it, forgetful of the writer and his gracious room, and the high tower in which he was sitting. But gradually, as I drew near the end, the sense of strangeness returned to me. It was more and more evident to me that this was a different humanity from any I had known, unreal, having different customs, different beliefs, different interpretations1, different emotions. It was no mere2 change in conditions and institutions the comet had wrought3. It had made a change of heart and mind. In a manner it had dehumanized the world, robbed it of its spites, its little intense jealousies4, its inconsistencies, its humor. At the end, and particularly after the death of his mother, I felt his story had slipped away from my sympathies altogether. Those Beltane fires had burnt something in him that worked living still and unsubdued in me, that rebelled in particular at that return of Nettie. I became a little inattentive. I no longer felt with him, nor gathered a sense of complete understanding from his phrases. His Lord Eros indeed! He and these transfigured people — they were beautiful and noble people, like the people one sees in great pictures, like the gods of noble sculpture, but they had no nearer fellowship than these to men. As the change was realized, with every stage of realization6 the gulf7 widened and it was harder to follow his words.
I put down the last fascicle of all, and met his friendly eyes. It was hard to dislike him.
I felt a subtle embarrassment8 in putting the question that perplexed9 me. And yet it seemed so material to me I had to put it. “And did you —?” I asked. “Were you — lovers?”
His eyebrows10 rose. “Of course.”
“But your wife —?”
It was manifest he did not understand me.
I hesitated still more. I was perplexed by a conviction of baseness. “But —” I began. “You remained lovers?”
“Yes.” I had grave doubts if I understood him. Or he me.
I made a still more courageous11 attempt. “And had Nettie no other lovers?”
“A beautiful woman like that! I know not how many loved beauty in her, nor what she found in others. But we four from that time were very close, you understand, we were friends, helpers, personal lovers in a world of lovers.”
“Four?”
“There was Verrall.”
Then suddenly it came to me that the thoughts that stirred in my mind were sinister12 and base, that the queer suspicions, the coarseness and coarse jealousies of my old world were over and done for these more finely living souls. “You made,” I said, trying to be liberal minded, “a home together.”
“A home!” He looked at me, and, I know not why, I glanced down at my feet. What a clumsy, ill-made thing a boot is, and how hard and colorless seemed my clothing! How harshly I stood out amidst these fine, perfected things. I had a moment of rebellious13 detestation. I wanted to get out of all this. After all, it wasn’t my style. I wanted intensely to say something that would bring him down a peg14, make sure, as it were, of my suspicions by launching an offensive accusation15. I looked up and he was standing5.
“I forgot,” he said. “You are pretending the old world is still going on. A home!”
He put out his hand, and quite noiselessly the great window widened down to us, and the splendid nearer prospect16 of that dreamland city was before me. There for one clear moment I saw it; its galleries and open spaces, its trees of golden fruit and crystal waters, its music and rejoicing, love and beauty without ceasing flowing through its varied17 and intricate streets. And the nearer people I saw now directly and plainly, and no longer in the distorted mirror that hung overhead. They really did not justify18 my suspicions, and yet —! They were such people as one sees on earth — save that they were changed. How can I express that change? As a woman is changed in the eyes of her lover, as a woman is changed by the love of a lover. They were exalted19 . . . .
I stood up beside him and looked out. I was a little flushed, my ears a little reddened, by the inconvenience of my curiosities, and by my uneasy sense of profound moral differences. He was taller than I . . . .
“This is our home,” he said smiling, and with thoughtful eyes on me.
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