information about works which I had never even heard of.

 He is
. He is. their movements to and fro. It was an acrid mixture of incense. his eyes followed her movements with a doglike. 'I should have thought your medical profession protected you from any tenderness towards superstition.'You look as if you were posing. and W. as they stood chest on. and to the end he remained a stranger in our midst. that Arthur in many ways was narrow. the _capa_.'If I wanted to get rid of you.'And how is Miss Dauncey?' he asked. They sent him several cases of elephantiasis.

 and so he died. It seemed to her that a comparison was drawn for her attention between the narrow round which awaited her as Arthur's wife and this fair. vague night-fires like spirits of the damned. as the mist of early day. like a man suddenly awaked from deep sleep.'To follow a wounded lion into thick cover is probably the most dangerous proceeding in the world. with a friend of my own age. untidy hair. strong yet gentle. He began to play. in French. and this was that he did something out of the common.They went through a prim French dining-room. She sprang up. tall and stout.

"'The magician put the second and third of the small strips of paper into the chafing-dish. and he never acknowledges merit in anyone till he's safely dead and buried. venez vite!_' she cried. His features were good. resentful of the weary round of daily labour.''I shall not prevent you from going out if you choose to go. 'She wept all over our food. I hardly like to tell you. The strange thing is that he's very nearly a great painter. she would lie in bed at night and think with utter shame of the way she was using Arthur. bare of any twig.Margaret had never been in better spirits. Burkhardt had so high an opinion of Haddo's general capacity and of his resourcefulness that. The form suddenly grew indistinct and soon it strangely vanished. With Circe's wand it can change men into beasts of the field.

 He's a failure. 'It'll give me such pleasure to go on with the small allowance I've been making you. and it occurred to him that it might just serve to keep his theatre open for a few weeks. long afterwards. whose expression now she dared not even imagine. He had an apartment in a _maison meubl??e_. coming home from dinner with Arthur.'Oh.He spoke again to the Egyptian. The noise was very great. He spoke English with a Parisian accent. it occurred to her suddenly that she had no reason to offer for her visit.Oliver Haddo seemed extraordinarily fascinated. the radiance of sunset and the darkness of the night. Sometimes it happened that he had the volumes I asked for.

 As if he guessed her thought. It was some time before 1291 that copies of _Zohar_ began to be circulated by a Spanish Jew named Moses de Leon. His memory was indeed astonishing.' he said. and that is his own mind.'These beings were fed every three days by the Count with a rose-coloured substance which was kept in a silver box.'Oh. clinging to him for protection. and with a terrified expression crouched at Margaret's feet. The dog ceased its sobbing.' she laughed. Sometimes. for she had never used it before. But one cannot say the same of incredulity.''Pray go on.

 It ran as follows:Please meet me at the Gare du Nord. And then suddenly I found that she had collapsed. She gave a little cry of surprise. the radiance of sunset and the darkness of the night. as the model for Oliver Haddo. the charming statue known as _La Diane de Gabies_. motionless. He was a fake. to confess my fault?''I wish you not to speak of it. and a furious argument was proceeding on the merit of the later Impressionists. and occasionally uttered a barbaric cry.' said the doctor. By aid of it he was able to solve the difficulties which arose during his management of the Israelites. Oliver Haddo found this quality in unlikely places. and leave a wretched wounded beast to die by inches.

 and he was able to give me information about works which I had never even heard of. The expression was sombre.'My dear. Her will had been taken from her. He will go through fire and not be burned. what do you think?' she asked. It was called _Die Sphinx_ and was edited by a certain Dr Emil Besetzny." he said. There was a trace of moisture in them still. He told her of many-coloured webs and of silken carpets.''Well. George Haddo. An expression of terrible anguish came into his face. His good fortune was too great to bear.' said Susie.

 with his ambiguous smile.'For a moment he kept silence.'Haddo spoke in a low voice that was hardly steady.Dr Porho?t had been making listless patterns with his stick upon the gravel. Haddo dwelt there as if he were apart from any habitation that might be his. and she could not let her lover pay. This formed the magic mirror. With singular effrontery. some in the fantastic rags of the beggars of Albrecht D??rer and some in the grey cerecloths of Le Nain; many wore the blouses and the caps of the rabble in France. They had buried her on the very day upon which the boy had seen this sight in the mirror of ink. and began.Altogether.'He said solemnly: "_Buy Ashantis. As he watched them.''Well?''You know.

 My only surprise is that your magician saw no more. half-consumed.''This.'She tried to make her tone as flippant as the words. Haddo has had an extraordinary experience. I thought no harm could come if I sent for the sorcerer. curling hair had retreated from the forehead and temples in such a way as to give his clean-shaven face a disconcerting nudity. They are of many sorts. hangmen.'Does not this remind you of the turbid Nile. the whole world will be at his command.''He must be a cheerful companion. the exhibitions of eccentricity. But do you not wish to be by yourselves?''She met me at the station yesterday. as though evil had entered into it.

" I said. who praised his wares with the vulgar glibness of a quack. perhaps two or three times. My father left me a moderate income. and he seemed to be dead. and fell heavily to the ground. There was the portrait of a statuary by Bronzino in the Long Gallery of the Louvre. I daresay it was a pretty piece of vituperation. We could afford to wait. Margaret was ten when I first saw her. and in a moment the poor old cab-horse was in its usual state. you may have heard. But on the first floor was a narrow room. and some were leafless already. though she tried to persuade herself not to yield.

 Margaret tried to join calmly in the conversation. She had not seen Nancy for so long that it surprised her to receive this urgent message. I think he is quite serious.''How do you know.'She turned her chair a little and looked at him. He looked at Arthur with a certain ironic gravity. by Count Max Lemberg. with its spiritual ambition and imaginative loves. partly from fragments of letters which Margaret read to her. Impelled by a great curiosity. The German confessed that on more than one occasion he owed his life to Haddo's rare power of seizing opportunities. Jews. perhaps a maid-servant lately come from her native village to the great capital. notwithstanding pieces of silk hung here and there on the walls.' he said.

 with the flaunting hat?''That is the mother of Madame Rouge. but my friend Oliver Haddo claims to be a magician. rugged and gnarled like tortured souls in pain. and stood lazily at the threshold.' he said. and yet your admiration was alloyed with an unreasoning terror. but she did not think the man was mad. I don't want to think of that horrible scene. They separated. and she realized with a start that she was sitting quietly in the studio.He had known Arthur Burdon ever since he was born. Oliver Haddo found this quality in unlikely places. tell me. seeming to forget her presence. Susie started a little before two.

 He had been greatly influenced by Swinburne and Robert Browning. and she looked away. he could not forgive the waste of time which his friend might have expended more usefully on topics of pressing moment. The two women were impressed.'Dr Porho?t passed his hand across his eyes. He was grossly. Neither the roses in the garden of the Queen of Arabia. The young man who settles in the East sneers at the ideas of magic which surround him. and it occurred to him that it might just serve to keep his theatre open for a few weeks. dared to write it down till Schimeon ben Jochai. I'm pretty well-to-do. by force of will and by imagination. I lunched out and dined out.' she answered. I have never been able to understand exactly what took place.

' laughed Susie. and. I want all your strength. without method or plan. But one phrase escaped him almost against his will. those are fine words. The young women waited for him in the studio. Gerald Kelly took me to a restaurant called Le Chat Blanc in the Rue d'Odessa. and his eyes glittered with a devilish ardour.' cried Susie gaily. and whether a high-heeled pointed shoe commends itself or not to the painters in the quarter. was actually known to few before Paracelsus.'Why on earth didn't you come to tea?' she asked. There was the acrid perfume which Margaret remembered a few days before in her vision of an Eastern city. that she was able to make the most of herself.

. the sorcerer. freshly bedded. He led her steadily to a cross-road. and Susie noticed that he was pleased to see people point him out to one another. and generally black or red turns up; but now and then zero appears. She sprang up. His forebears have been noted in the history of England since the days of the courtier who accompanied Anne of Denmark to Scotland. All I know is that he has travelled widely and is acquainted with many tongues. When it seemed that some accident would do so. But those quick dark eyes were able to express an anguish that was hardly tolerable. 'I'm so afraid that something will happen to prevent us from being happy. smiling. but endurance and strength. and he was able to give me information about works which I had never even heard of.