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This bold venture is met by silence, only modified by a low delighted
giggle. Presently,--"Did you want anything, sir, please?"
"Ever so many things, my girl; more than my life is long enough to
tell! First, though, I want to apologize for addressing you from
behind a closed door; but circumstances which I can neither explain
nor overcome forbid my opening it. Next, two pails of the best cold
water at your earliest convenience. Hurry, now, there's a Hebe!"
"Very good, sir," giggles Hebe, retreating down passage.
It is to be supposed that it was the plebeian body-servant that
carried on this unideal conversation, and that the patrician soul had
nothing to do with it. The ability to lay the burden of lapses from
good taste, and other goods, upon the shoulders of the flesh, is
sometimes convenient and comforting.
Balder Helwyse, master and man, turns away from the door, and catches
sight of a white-robed, hairy-headed reflection in the looking-glass,
the phantom face of which at once expands in a genial expression of
mirth; an impalpable arm is outstretched, and the mouth seems thus to
speak:--
"Stick to your bath, my good fellow, and the evil things of this life
shall not get hold of you. Water is like truth,--purifying,
transparent; a tonic to those fouled and wearied with the dust and
vanity of this transitional phenomenon called the world. Patronize it!
be thy acquaintance with it constant and familiar! Remember, my dear
Balder, that this slave of thine is the medium through which something
better than he (thyself, namely) is filtered to the world, and the
world to thee. Go to, then! if the filter be foul, shall not that
which is filtered become unclean also?"
Here the rhetorical phantom was interrupted by the sound of a very
good violin, touched with unusual skill, in the next room. The phantom
vanished, but Mr. Helwyse seated himself softly upon the bed,
listening with full enjoyment to every note; his very toes seeming to
partake of his appreciation. Music is the mysterious power which makes
body and soul--master and man--thrill as one string. The musician
played several bars, beautiful in themselves, but unconnected; and
ever and anon there sounded a discordant note, like a smirch upon a
fair picture. The execution, however, showed a master hand, and the
themes betrayed the soul of a true musician, albeit tainted with some
subtile deformity.
"Heard him last night, and fell asleep, dreaming of a man with the
brain of a devil and an angel's heart.--Drop in on him presently, and
have him down to breakfast. If young, shall be our brother,--so long
as there's anything in him. If--as I partly suspect--old, and a
father, marry his daughter. But no; such a fiddler as he can't be
married, unless unhappily." Mr. Helwyse runs his hands dreamily
through his tangled mane, and shakes it back. If philosophical, he
seems also to be romantic and imaginative, and impressionable by other
personalities. It is, to be sure, unfair to judge a man from such
unconsidered words as he may let fall during the first half-hour after
waking up in the morning; were it otherwise, we should infer that,
although he might take a genuine interest in whomever he meets, it
would be too analytical to last long, except where the vein was a very
rich one. He would pick the kernel out of the nut, but, that done,
would feel no sentimental interest in the shell. Too much of this! and
yet who can help drawing conclusions (and not always incorrectly) from
the first sight and sound of a new acquaintance?
There is a knock at the door, and Mr. Helwyse calls out, "Hullo? Ah!
the cold water, emblem of truth. Thank you, Hebe; and scamper away as
fast as you can, for I'm going to open the door!"
We also will retire, fastidious reader, and employ the leisure
interval in packing an imaginary carpet-bag for a short journey. Our
main business, during the next few days, is with Mr. Helwyse, and
since there will be no telling what becomes of him after that, he must
be followed up pretty closely. A few days does not seem much for the
getting a satisfactory knowledge of a man; nevertheless, an hour,
rightly used, may be ample. If he will continue his habit of thinking
aloud, will affect situations tending to bring out his leading traits
of character; if we may intrude upon him, note-book in hand, in all
his moods and crises,--with all this in addition to discretionary use
of the magic mirror,--it will be our own fault if Mr. Helwyse be not
turned inside out. Properly speaking, there is no mystery about men,
but only a great dulness and lethargy in our perceptions of them. The
secret of the universe is no more a secret than is the answer to a
school-boy's problem. A mathematician will draw you a triangle and a
circle, and show you the trigonometrical science latent therein. But a
profounder mathematician would do as much with the equation man!
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