Part 5 (1/2)

”But you believe in some theory of evolution--of slow upward progress?”

”Yes, of course. That is proved beyond all doubt.”

”And yet you think it applies only to the body--to the instrument--and not to the immaterial side of us?”

I stared at him in astonishment.

”I do not think there is any immaterial side, Mr. Thornduck.”

He smiled.

”A very unsatisfying view, surely?” he remarked.

”Unsatisfying, perhaps, but sound science,” I retorted.

”Sound?” He pondered for an instant. ”Can a thing be sound and unsatisfying at the same time? When I see a machine that's ugly--that's unsatisfying from the artist's point of view--I always know it's wrongly planned and inefficient. Don't you think it's the same with theories of life?” He took out his watch and glanced at it. ”But I must not keep you. Good-bye, Dr. Harden.”

He went to the door, nodded, and left the room before I recalled that I meant to hint to him that a miracle was going to happen, and save his life. I remained on the hearth-rug, wondering what on earth he meant.

CHAPTER VII

LEONORA

I found a note in the hall from Sarakoff asking me to come round to the Pyramid Restaurant at eight o'clock to meet a friend of his. It was a crisp clear evening, and I decided to walk. There were two problems on my mind. One was the outlook of Sarakoff, which even I deemed to be too materialistic. The other was the att.i.tude of young Thornduck, which was obviously absurd.

In my top hat and solemn frock-coat I paced slowly down Harley Street.

Thornduck talked as if suffering, as if all that side of existence which the Blue Germ was to do away with, were necessary and salutary. Sarakoff spoke as if pleasure was the only aim of life. Now, though sheer physical pleasure had never entered very deeply into my life, I had never denied the fact that it was the only motive of the majority of my patients. For what was all our research for? Simply to mitigate suffering; and that is another way of saying that it was to increase physical well-being. Why, then, did Sarakoff's views appear extreme to me? What was there in my composition that whispered a doubt when I had the doctrine of maximum pleasure painted with glowing enthusiasm by the Russian in the train that afternoon?

I moved into Oxford Street deeply pondering. The streets were crowded, and from shop windows there streamed great wedges of white and yellow light. The roar of traffic was round me. The 'buses were packed with men and women returning late from business, or on the way to seek relaxation in the city's amus.e.m.e.nts. I pa.s.sed through the throng as through a coloured mist of phantoms. My eyes fastened on the faces of those who pa.s.sed by. Who could really doubt the doctrine of pleasure? Which one of those people would hesitate to plunge into the full tide of the senses, did not the limitations of the body prevent him?

I crossed Piccadilly Circus with a brisker step. It was no use worrying over questions which could not be examined scientifically. The only really important question in life was to be a success.

The brilliant entrance of the Pyramid Restaurant was before me, and within, standing on the marble floor, I saw the tall figure of the Russian.

Sarakoff greeted me with enthusiasm. He was wearing evening-dress with a white waistcoat, and the fact perturbed me. I put my hat and stick in the cloakroom.

”Who is coming?” I asked anxiously.

”Leonora,” he whispered. ”I only found out she was in London this afternoon. I met her when I was strolling in the Park while you were busy with your patients.”

”But who is Leonora?” I asked. ”And can I meet her in this state?”

”Oh, never mind about your dress. You are a busy doctor and she will understand. Leonora is the most marvellous woman in the world. I intend to make her marry me.”

”Is she English?” I stammered.

He laughed.

”Little man, you look terrified, as usual. You are always terrified. It is your habit. No, Leonora is not English. She is European. If you went out into the world of amus.e.m.e.nt a little more--and it would be good for you--you would know that she has the most exquisite voice in the history of civilization. She transcends the nightingale because her body is beautiful. She transcends the peac.o.c.k because her voice is beautiful.