Part 15 (1/2)
Last night, when I happened to see him, he began talking about doctors, and, by Jove, didn't he abuse them! He says they stand more in the way of the development of the spiritual forces in man than any other body of people. He denounced them all as low materialists, immersed in the tinkering of the flesh. 'What does the flesh matter?' he said. 'It is nothing. It is only an envelope. And the more tightly it is fastened together, the more it stifles the spirit. I would like to catch hold of some men's bodies and tear them in pieces to get at their souls.'
Val, as he made that cheerful remark, he looked more like a homicidal maniac than anything I ever saw.”
”I suppose you didn't stand up for the doctors?”
”But I did--for our little man. D'you think I wasn't going to say a word for him?”
”What! you mentioned his name to this chap?”
”Certainly. Why not?”
”I don't know,” Valentine said, hesitatingly.
”What objection could there possibly be?”
”None, of course--none. I simply had a quite unreasonable feeling that I wished you hadn't. That is all.”
And then Valentine relapsed into silence, the silence some men keep when they are needlessly, uselessly irritated. The mention of Marr's name had effected him oddly. He now felt a perverse desire not to sit, not comply with the rather impertinent prediction of this dark-featured prophet whom he had never seen. To carry out this prediction would seem like an obedience to a stranger, governing, unseen, and at a distance. Why did this man concern himself in the affairs of those over whom he had no sovereignty, with whom he had no friends.h.i.+p?
”Julian,” Valentine said at last, abruptly, ”I wish you would promise me something.”
”What is it?”
”To drop this fellow, Marr. He has nothing to do with us, and it is a decided impertinence, this curiosity he shows in our doings. Don't answer any more of his questions. Tell him to keep his advice to himself.
And if you really believe he is obtaining an influence over you, avoid him.”
”You talk as if you disliked him.”
”I feel as if I hated him.”
”A man you have never even seen?”
”Yes.”
”Well, I don't take to him, and I have seen him. I will drop him as much as I can. I promise you that.”
”Thank you, old boy.”
Julian fidgetted about rather uneasily, touching the ornaments on the mantelpiece, opening and shutting his silver cigarette-case with a click.
It was obvious that he felt restless and dissatisfied. Then he said:
”Well, are we going to--”
”Surely you don't mean to say that you came here to-night to persuade me into doing again what we both decided not to do any more?” asked Valentine.
”I came to try,” Julian replied with decision.
He looked at Valentine and then added: