"Thewife——Imetheronce：shewasthemostbeautifulwomanIhaveeverseen，andthemostwicked—looking；whichissayingagooddealforbothstatements。Iremember，duringawalkingtouroneyear，comingacrossalovelylittlecottage。Itwasthesweetestplaceimaginable。Ineednotdescribeit。Itwasthecottageoneseesinpictures，andreadsofinsentimentalpoetry。Iwasleaningovertheneatly—croppedhedge，drinkinginitsbeauty，whenatoneofthetinycasementsIsaw，lookingoutatme，aface。Itstayedthereonlyamoment，butinthatmomentthecottagehadbecomeugly，andI
　　hurriedawaywithashudder。
　　"Thatwoman’sfaceremindedmeoftheincident。Itwasanangel’sface，untilthewomanherselflookedoutofit：thenyouwerestruckbythestrangeincongruitybetweentenementandtenant。
　　"Thatatonetimeshehadlovedherhusband，Ihavelittledoubt。
　　Viciouswomenhavefewvices，andsordidnessisnotusuallyoneofthem。Shehadprobablymarriedhim，bornetowardshimbyoneofthosewavesofpassionuponwhichthesoulsofanimalnaturesarecontinuallyrisingandfalling。Onpossession，however，hadquicklyfollowedsatiety，andfromsatietyhadgrownthedesireforanewsensation。
　　"TheywerelivingatCairoattheperiod；herhusbandheldanimportantofficialpositionthere，andbyvirtueofthis，andofherownbeautyandtact，herhousesoonbecamethecentreoftheAnglo—
　　Saxonsocietyeverdriftinginandoutofthecity。Thewomendislikedher，andcopiedher。Themenspokeslightinglyofhertotheirwives，lightlyofhertoeachother，andmadeidiotsofthemselveswhentheywerealonewithher。Shelaughedatthemtotheirfaces，andmimickedthembehindtheirbacks。Theirfriendssaiditwasclever。
　　"OneyeartherearrivedayoungEnglishengineer，whohadcomeouttosuperintendsomecanalworks。Hebroughtwithhimsatisfactorylettersofrecommendation，andwasatoncereceivedbytheEuropeanresidentsasawelcomeadditiontotheirsocialcircle。Hewasnotparticularlygood—looking，hewasnotremarkablycharming，buthepossessedtheonethingthatfewwomencanresistinaman，andthatisstrength。Thewomanlookedattheman，andthemanlookedbackatthewoman；andthedramabegan。
　　"Scandalfliesswiftlythroughsmallcommunities。Beforeamonth，theirrelationshipwasthechieftopicofconversationthroughoutthequarter。Inlessthantwo，itreachedtheearsofthewoman’shusband。
　　"Hewaseitheranexceptionallymeanoranexceptionallynoblecharacter，accordingtohowoneviewsthematter。Heworshippedhiswife——asmenwithbigheartsandweakbrainsoftendoworshipsuchwomen——withdog—likedevotion。Hisonlydreadwaslestthescandalshouldreachproportionsthatwouldcompelhimtotakenoticeofit，andthusbringshameandsufferinguponthewomantowhomhewouldhavegivenhislife。Thatamanwhosawhershouldloveherseemednaturaltohim；thatsheshouldhavegrowntiredofhimself，athingnottobewonderedat。Hewasgratefultoherforhavingoncelovedhim，foralittlewhile。
　　"Asfor’theotherman，’heprovedsomewhatofanenigmatothegossips。Heattemptednosecrecy；ifanything，heratherparadedhissubjugation——orhisconquest，itwasdifficulttodecidewhichtermtoapply。Herodeanddrovewithher；visitedherinpublicandinprivate（insuchprivacyascanbehopedforinahousefilledwithchatteringservants，andwatchedbyspyingeyes）；loadedherwithexpensivepresents，whichsheworeopenly，andpaperedhissmoking—denwithherphotographs。Yetheneverallowedhimselftoappearintheleastdegreeridiculous；neverallowedhertocomebetweenhimandhiswork。Aletterfromher，hewouldlayasideunopeneduntilhehadfinishedwhatheevidentlyregardedasmoreimportantbusiness。Whenboudoirandengine—shedbecamerivals，itwastheboudoirthathadtowait。
　　"Thewomanchafedunderhisself—control，whichstungherlikealash，butclungtohimthemoreabjectly。
　　"’Tellmeyouloveme！’shewouldcryfiercely，stretchingherwhitearmstowardshim。
　　"’Ihavetoldyouso，’hewouldreplycalmly，withoutmoving。
　　"’Iwanttohearyoutellitmeagain，’shewouldpleadwithavoicethattrembledonasob。’Comeclosetomeandtellitmeagain，again，again！’
　　"Then，asshelaywithhalf—closedeyes，hewouldpourforthafloodofpassionatewordssufficienttosatisfyevenherthirstyears，andafterwards，asthegatesclangedbehindhim，wouldtakeupanengineeringproblemattheexactpointatwhichhalfanhourbefore，onherentranceintotheroom，hehadtemporarilydismissedit。
　　"Oneday，aprivilegedfriendputbluntlytohimthisquestion：
　　’Areyouplayingforloveorvanity？’
　　"Towhichtheman，afterlongpondering，gavethisreply：’’Ponmysoul，Jack，Icouldn’ttellyou。’
　　"Now，whenamanisinlovewithawomanwhocannotmakeuphermindwhethersheloveshimornot，wecallthecomplicationcomedy；whereitisthewomanwhoisinearnesttheresultisgenerallytragedy。
　　"Theycontinuedtomeetandtomakelove。Theytalked——aspeopleintheirpositionarepronetotalk——ofthebeautifullifetheywouldleadifitonlywerenotforthethingthatwas；oftheearthlyparadise——or，maybe，’earthy’wouldbethemoresuitableadjective——
　　theywouldeachcreatefortheother，ifonlytheyhadtherightwhichtheyhadn’t。
　　"Inthisworkofimaginationthemantrustedchieflytohisliteraryfaculties，whichwereconsiderable；thewomantoherdesires。Thus，hisscenespossessedagraceandfinishwhichherslacked，butherpictureswerethemorevivid。Indeed，sorealisticdidshepaintthem，thattoherselftheyseemedrealities，waitingforher。Thenshewouldrisetogotowardsthemonlytostrikeherselfagainstthethoughtofthethingthatstoodbetweenherandthem。Atfirstsheonlyhatedthething，butafterawhiletherecameanuglylookofhopeintohereyes。
　　"ThetimedrewnearforthemantoreturntoEngland。Thecanalwascompleted，andadayappointedforthelettinginofthewater。Themandeterminedtomaketheeventtheoccasionofasocialgathering。
　　Heinvitedalargenumberofguests，amongwhomwerethewomanandherhusband，toassistatthefunction。Afterwardsthepartyweretopicnicatapleasantwoodedspotsomethree—quartersofamilefromthefirstlock。
　　"Theceremonyoffloodingwastobeperformedbythewoman，herhusband’spositionentitlinghertothisdistinction。Betweentheriverandtheheadofthecuttinghadbeenleftastrongbankofearth，piercedsomedistancedownbyahole，whichholewaskeptclosedbymeansofaclosely—fittingsteelplate。Thewomandrewtheleverreleasingthisplate，andthewaterrushedthroughandbegantopressagainstthelockgates。Whenithadattainedacertaindepth，thesluiceswereraised，andthewaterpoureddownintothedeepbasinofthelock。
　　"Itwasanexceptionallydeeplock。Thepartygatheredroundandwatchedthewaterslowlyrising。Thewomanlookeddown，andshuddered；themanwasstandingbyherside。
　　"’Howdeepitis，’shesaid。
　　"’Yes，’hereplied，’itholdsthirtyfeetofwater，whenfull。’
　　"Thewatercreptupinchbyinch。
　　"’Whydon’tyouopenthegates，andletitinquickly？’sheasked。
　　"’Itwouldnotdoforittocomeintooquickly，’heexplained；’weshallhalffillthislock，andthenopenthesluicesattheotherend，andsoletthewaterpassthrough。’
　　"Thewomanlookedatthesmoothstonewallsandattheiron—platedgates。
　　"’Iwonderwhatamanwoulddo，’shesaid，’ifhefellin，andtherewasnooneneartohelphim？’
　　"Themanlaughed。’Ithinkhewouldstopthere，’heanswered。
　　’Come，theothersarewaitingforus。’
　　"Helingeredamomenttogivesomefinalinstructionstotheworkmen。’Youcanfollowonwhenyou’vemadeallright，’hesaid，’andgetsomethingtoeat。There’snoneedformorethanonetostop。’Thentheyjoinedtherestoftheparty，andsaunteredon，laughingandtalking，tothepicnicground。
　　Afterlunchthepartybrokeup，asisthecustomofpicnicparties，andwanderedawayingroupsandpairs。Theman，whosedutyashosthadhithertooccupiedallhisattention，lookedforthewoman，butshewasgone。
　　"Afriendstrolledby，thesamethathadputthequestiontohimaboutloveandvanity。
　　"’Haveyouquarrelled？’askedthefriend。
　　"’No，’repliedtheman。
　　"’Ifanciedyouhad，’saidtheother。’Imetherjustnowwalkingwithherhusband，ofallmenintheworld，andmakingherselfquiteagreeabletohim。’
　　"Thefriendstrolledon，andthemansatdownonafallentree，andlightedacigar。Hesmokedandthought，andthecigarburntout，buthestillsatthinking。
　　"Afterawhileheheardafaintrustlingofthebranchesbehindhim，andpeeringbetweentheinterlacingleavesthathidhim，sawthecrouchingfigureofthewomancreepingthroughthewood。
　　"Hislipswerepartedtocallhername，whensheturnedherlisteningheadinhisdirection，andhiseyesfellfulluponherface。Somethingaboutit，hecouldnothavetoldwhat，struckhimdumb，andthewomancrepton。
　　"Graduallythenebulousthoughtsfloatingthroughhisbrainbegantosolidifyintoatangibleidea，andthemanunconsciouslystartedforward。Afterwalkingafewstepshebrokeintoarun，fortheideahadgrownclearer。Itcontinuedtogrowstillclearerandclearer，andthemanranfasterandfaster，untilatlasthefoundhimselfracingmadlytowardsthelock。Asheapproachedithelookedroundforthewatchmanwhooughttohavebeenthere，butthemanwasgonefromhispost。Heshouted，butifanyanswerwasreturned，itwasdrownedbytheroaroftherushingwater。
　　"Hereachedtheedgeandlookeddown。Fifteenfeetbelowhimwastherealityofthedimvisionthathadcometohimamilebackinthewoods：thewoman’shusbandswimmingroundandroundlikearatinapail。
　　"Theriverwasflowinginandoutofthelockatthesamerate，sothatthelevelofthewaterremainedconstant。Thefirstthingthemandidwastoclosethelowersluicesandthenopenthoseintheuppergatetotheirfullestextent。Thewaterbegantorise。
　　"’Canyouholdout？’hecried。
　　"Thedrowningmanturnedtohimafacealreadycontortedbytheagonyofexhaustion，andansweredwithafeeble’No。’
　　"Helookedaroundforsomethingtothrowtotheman。Aplankhadlainthereinthemorning，herememberedstumblingoverit，andcomplainingofitshavingbeenleftthere；hecursedhimselfnowforhiscare。
　　"Ahutusedbythenavviestokeeptheirtoolsinstoodabouttwohundredyardsaway；perhapsithadbeentakenthere，perhapstherehemightevenfindarope。
　　"’Justoneminute，oldfellow！’heshouteddown，’andI’llbeback。’
　　"Buttheotherdidnothearhim。Thefeeblestrugglesceased。Thefacefellbackuponthewater，theeyeshalfclosedasifwithwearyindifference。Therewasnotimeforhimtodomorethankickoffhisridingbootsandjumpinandclutchtheunconsciousfigureasitsank。
　　"Downthere，inthatwalled—intrap，hefoughtalongfightwithDeathforthelifethatstoodbetweenhimandthewoman。Hewasnotanexpertswimmer，hisclotheshamperedhim，hewasalreadyblownwithhislongrace，theburdeninhisarmsdraggedhimdown，thewaterroseslowlyenoughtomakehistorturefitforDante’shell。
　　"Atfirsthecouldnotunderstandwhythiswasso，butinglancingdownhesawtohishorrorthathehadnotproperlyclosedthelowersluices；ineachsomeeightorteninchesremainedopen，sothatthestreamwaspassingoutnearlyhalfasfastasitcamein。Itwouldbeanotherfive—and—twentyminutesbeforethewaterwouldbehighenoughforhimtograspthetop。
　　"Henotedwherethelineofwethadreachedto，onthesmoothstonewall，thenlookedagainafterwhathethoughtmustbealapseoftenminutes，andfoundithadrisenhalfaninch，ifthat。Onceortwiceheshoutedforhelp，buttheefforttaxedseverelyhisalreadyfailingbreath，andhisvoiceonlycamebacktohiminahundredechoesfromhisprisonwalls。
　　"Inchbyinchthelineofwetcreptup，butthespendingofhisstrengthwentonmoreswiftly。Itseemedtohimasifhisinsidewerebeinggrippedandtornslowlyout：hiswholebodycriedouttohimtoletitsinkandlieinrestatthebottom。
　　"Atlengthhisunconsciousburdenopeneditseyesandstaredathimstupidly，thenclosedthemagainwithasigh；aminutelateropenedthemoncemore，andlookedlongandhardathim。
　　"’Letmego，’hesaid，’weshallbothdrown。Youcanmanagebyyourself。’
　　"Hemadeafeebleefforttoreleasehimself，buttheotherheldhim。
　　"’Keepstill，youfool！’hehissed；’you’regoingtogetoutofthiswithme，orI’mgoingdownwithyou。’
　　"Sothegrimstrugglewentoninsilence，tilltheman，lookingup，sawthestonecopingjustalittlewayabovehishead，madeonemadleapandcaughtitwithhisfinger—tips，heldonaninstant，thenfellbackwitha’plump’andsank；cameupandmadeanotherdash，and，helpedbytheimpetusofhisrise，caughtthecopingfirmlythistimewiththewholeofhisfingers，hungontillhiseyessawthestuntedgrass，tilltheywerebothabletoscrambleoutuponthebankandliethere，theirbreastspressedcloseagainsttheground，theirhandsclutchingtheearth，whiletheoverflowingwaterswirledsoftlyroundthem。
　　"Afterawhile，theyraisedthemselvesandlookedatoneanother。
　　"’Tiringwork，’saidtheotherman，withanodtowardsthelock。
　　"’Yes，’answeredthehusband，’beastlyawkwardnotbeingagoodswimmer。HowdidyouknowIhadfallenin？Youmetmywife，I
　　suppose？’
　　"’Yes，’saidtheotherman。
　　"Thehusbandsatstaringatapointinthehorizonforsomeminutes。
　　’DoyouknowwhatIwaswonderingthismorning？’saidhe。
　　"’No，’saidtheotherman。
　　"’WhetherIshouldkillyouornot。’
　　"’Theytoldme，’hecontinued，afterapause，’alotofsillygossipwhichIwascadenoughtobelieve。Iknownowitwasn’ttrue，because——well，ifithadbeen，youwouldnothavedonewhatyouhavedone。’
　　"Heroseandcameacross。’Ibegyourpardon，’hesaid，holdingouthishand。
　　"’Ibegyours，’saidtheotherman，risingandtakingit；’doyoumindgivingmeahandwiththesluices？’
　　"Theysettoworktoputthelockright。
　　"’Howdidyoumanagetofallin？’askedtheotherman，whowasraisingoneofthelowersluices，withoutlookinground。
　　"Thehusbandhesitated，asifhefoundtheexplanationsomewhatdifficult。’Oh，’heansweredcarelessly，’thewifeandIwerechaffing，andshesaidshe’doftenseenyoujumpit，and’——helaughedaratherforcedlaugh——’shepromisedmea——akissifI
　　clearedit。Itwasafoolishthingtodo。’
　　"’Yes，itwasrather，’saidtheotherman。
　　"Afewdaysafterwardsthemanandwomanmetatareception。Hefoundherinaleafycornerofthegardentalkingtosomefriends。
　　Sheadvancedtomeethim，holdingoutherhand。’WhatcanIsaymorethanthankyou？’shemurmuredinalowvoice。
　　"Theothersmovedaway，leavingthemalone。’Theytellmeyouriskedyourlifetosavehis？’shesaid。
　　"’Yes，’heanswered。
　　"Sheraisedhereyestohis，thenstruckhimacrossthefacewithherunglovedhand。
　　"’Youdamnedfool！’shewhispered。
　　"Heseizedherbyherwhitearms，andforcedherbackbehindtheorangetrees。’Doyouknowwhy？’hesaid，speakingslowlyanddistinctly；’becauseIfearedthat，withhimdead，youwouldwantmetomarryyou，andthat，talkedaboutaswehavebeen，Imightfinditawkwardtoavoiddoingso；becauseIfearedthat，withouthimtostandbetweenus，youmightproveanannoyancetome——perhapscomebetweenmeandthewomanIlove，thewomanIamgoingbackto。Nowdoyouunderstand？’
　　"’Yes，’whisperedthewoman，andhelefther。
　　"Butthereareonlytwopeople，"concludedJephson，"whodonotregardhissavingofthehusband’slifeasahighlynobleandunselfishaction，andtheyarethemanhimselfandthewoman。"
　　WethankedJephsonforhisstory，andpromisedtoprofitbythemoral，whendiscovered。Meanwhile，MacShaughnassysaidthatheknewastorydealingwiththesametheme，namely，thetoocloseattachmentofawomantoastrangeman，whichreallyhadamoral，whichmoralwas：don’thaveanythingtodowithinventions。
　　Brown，whohadpatentedasafetygun，whichhehadneveryetfoundamanpluckyenoughtoletoff，saiditwasabadmoral。Weagreedtoheartheparticulars，andjudgeforourselves。
　　"Thisstory，"commencedMacShaughnassy，"comesfromFurtwangen，asmalltownintheBlackForest。TherelivedthereaverywonderfuloldfellownamedNicholausGeibel。Hisbusinesswasthemakingofmechanicaltoys，atwhichworkhehadacquiredanalmostEuropeanreputation。Hemaderabbitsthatwouldemergefromtheheartofacabbage，flaptheirears，smooththeirwhiskers，anddisappearagain；catsthatwouldwashtheirfaces，andmewsonaturallythatdogswouldmistakethemforrealcats，andflyatthem；dolls，withphonographsconcealedwithinthem，thatwouldraisetheirhatsandsay，’Goodmorning；howdoyoudo？’andsomethatwouldevensingasong。
　　"Buthewassomethingmorethanameremechanic；hewasanartist。
　　Hisworkwaswithhimahobby，almostapassion。Hisshopwasfilledwithallmannerofstrangethingsthatneverwould，orcould，besold——thingshehadmadeforthepureloveofmakingthem。Hehadcontrivedamechanicaldonkeythatwouldtrotfortwohoursbymeansofstoredelectricity，andtrot，too，muchfasterthanthelivearticle，andwithlessneedforexertiononthepartofthedriver；abirdthatwouldshootupintotheair，flyroundandroundinacircle，anddroptoearthattheexactspotfromwhereitstarted；askeletonthat，supportedbyanuprightironbar，woulddanceahornpipe；alife—sizeladydollthatcouldplaythefiddle；
　　andagentlemanwithahollowinsidewhocouldsmokeapipeanddrinkmorelagerbeerthananythreeaverageGermanstudentsputtogether，whichissayingmuch。
　　"Indeed，itwasthebeliefofthetownthatoldGeibelcouldmakeamancapableofdoingeverythingthatarespectablemanneedwanttodo。Onedayhemadeamanwhodidtoomuch，anditcameaboutinthisway。
　　"YoungDoctorFollenhadababy，andthebabyhadabirthday。ItsfirstbirthdayputDoctorFollen’shouseholdintosomewhatofaflurry，butontheoccasionofitssecondbirthday，Mrs。DoctorFollengaveaballinhonouroftheevent。OldGeibelandhisdaughterOlgawereamongtheguests。
　　"Duringtheafternoonofthenextday，somethreeorfourofOlga’sbosomfriends，whohadalsobeenpresentattheball，droppedintohaveachataboutit。Theynaturallyfelltodiscussingthemen，andtocriticisingtheirdancing。OldGeibelwasintheroom，butheappearedtobeabsorbedinhisnewspaper，andthegirlstooknonoticeofhim。
　　"’Thereseemtobefewermenwhocandance，ateveryballyougoto，’saidoneofthegirls。
　　"’Yes，anddon’ttheoneswhocan，givethemselvesairs，’saidanother；’theymakequiteafavourofaskingyou。’
　　"’Andhowstupidlytheytalk，’addedathird。’Theyalwayssayexactlythesamethings："Howcharmingyouarelookingto—night。"
　　"DoyouoftengotoVienna？Oh，youshould，it’sdelightful。"
　　"Whatacharmingdressyouhaveon。""Whatawarmdayithasbeen。"
　　"DoyoulikeWagner？"Idowishthey’dthinkofsomethingnew。’
　　"’Oh，Inevermindhowtheytalk，’saidafourth。’IfamandanceswellhemaybeafoolforallIcare。’
　　"’Hegenerallyis，’slippedinathingirl，ratherspitefully。
　　"’Igotoaballtodance，’continuedthepreviousspeaker，notnoticingtheinterruption。’AllIaskofapartneristhatheshallholdmefirmly，takemeroundsteadily，andnotgettiredbeforeI
　　do。’
　　"’Aclockworkfigurewouldbethethingforyou，’saidthegirlwhohadinterrupted。
　　"’Bravo！’criedoneoftheothers，clappingherhands，’whatacapitalidea！’
　　"’What’sacapitalidea？’theyasked。
　　"’Why，aclockworkdancer，or，betterstill，onethatwouldgobyelectricityandneverrundown。’
　　"Thegirlstookuptheideawithenthusiasm。
　　"’Oh，whatalovelypartnerhewouldmake，’saidone；’hewouldneverkickyou，ortreadonyourtoes。’
　　"’Ortearyourdress，’saidanother。
　　"’Orgetoutofstep。’
　　"’Orgetgiddyandleanonyou。’
　　"’Andhewouldneverwanttomophisfacewithhishandkerchief。I
　　dohatetoseeamandothataftereverydance。’
　　"’Andwouldn’twanttospendthewholeeveninginthesupper—room。’
　　"’Why，withaphonographinsidehimtogrindoutallthestockremarks，youwouldnotbeabletotellhimfromarealman，’saidthegirlwhohadfirstsuggestedtheidea。
　　"’Ohyes，youwould，’saidthethingirl，’hewouldbesomuchnicer。’
　　"OldGeibelhadlaiddownhispaper，andwaslisteningwithbothhisears。Ononeofthegirlsglancinginhisdirection，however，hehurriedlyhidhimselfagainbehindit。
　　"Afterthegirlsweregone，hewentintohisworkshop，whereOlgaheardhimwalkingupanddown，andeverynowandthenchucklingtohimself；andthatnighthetalkedtoheragooddealaboutdancinganddancingmen——askedwhattheyusuallysaidanddid——whatdancesweremostpopular——whatstepsweregonethrough，withmanyotherquestionsbearingonthesubject。
　　"Thenforacoupleofweekshekeptmuchtohisfactory，andwasverythoughtfulandbusy，thoughproneatunexpectedmomentstobreakintoaquietlowlaugh，asifenjoyingajokethatnobodyelseknewof。
　　"AmonthlateranotherballtookplaceinFurtwangen。OnthisoccasionitwasgivenbyoldWenzel，thewealthytimbermerchant，tocelebratehisniece’sbetrothal，andGeibelandhisdaughterwereagainamongtheinvited。
　　"Whenthehourarrivedtosetout，Olgasoughtherfather。Notfindinghiminthehouse，shetappedatthedoorofhisworkshop。
　　Heappearedinhisshirt—sleeves，lookinghot，butradiant。
　　"’Don’twaitforme，’hesaid，’yougoon，I’llfollowyou。I’vegotsomethingtofinish。’
　　"Assheturnedtoobeyhecalledafterher，’TellthemI’mgoingtobringayoungmanwithme——suchaniceyoungman，andanexcellentdancer。Allthegirlswilllikehim。’Thenhelaughedandclosedthedoor。
　　"Herfathergenerallykepthisdoingssecretfromeverybody，butshehadaprettyshrewdsuspicionofwhathehadbeenplanning，andso，toacertainextent，wasabletopreparetheguestsforwhatwascoming。Anticipationranhigh，andthearrivalofthefamousmechanistwaseagerlyawaited。
　　"Atlengththesoundofwheelswasheardoutside，followedbyagreatcommotioninthepassage，andoldWenzelhimself，hisjollyfaceredwithexcitementandsuppressedlaughter，burstintotheroomandannouncedinstentoriantones：
　　"’HerrGeibel——andafriend。’
　　"HerrGeibelandhis’friend’entered，greetedwithshoutsoflaughterandapplause，andadvancedtothecentreoftheroom。
　　"’Allowme，ladiesandgentlemen，’saidHerrGeibel，’tointroduceyoutomyfriend，LieutenantFritz。Fritz，mydearfellow，bowtotheladiesandgentlemen。’
　　"GeibelplacedhishandencouraginglyonFritz’sshoulder，andthelieutenantbowedlow，accompanyingtheactionwithaharshclickingnoiseinhisthroat，unpleasantlysuggestiveofadeathrattle。Butthatwasonlyadetail。
　　"’Hewalksalittlestiffly’（oldGeibeltookhisarmandwalkedhimforwardafewsteps。Hecertainlydidwalkstiffly），’butthen，walkingisnothisforte。Heisessentiallyadancingman。Ihaveonlybeenabletoteachhimthewaltzasyet，butatthatheisfaultless。Come，whichofyouladiesmayIintroducehimto，asapartner？Hekeepsperfecttime；henevergetstired；hewon’tkickyouortreadonyourdress；hewillholdyouasfirmlyasyoulike，andgoasquicklyorasslowlyasyouplease；henevergetsgiddy；
　　andheisfullofconversation。Come，speakupforyourself，myboy。’
　　"Theoldgentlemantwistedoneofthebuttonsofhiscoat，andimmediatelyFritzopenedhismouth，andinthintonesthatappearedtoproceedfromthebackofhishead，remarkedsuddenly，’MayIhavethepleasure？’andthenshuthismouthagainwithasnap。
　　"ThatLieutenantFritzhadmadeastrongimpressiononthecompanywasundoubted，yetnoneofthegirlsseemedinclinedtodancewithhim。Theylookedaskanceathiswaxenface，withitsstaringeyesandfixedsmile，andshuddered。AtlastoldGeibelcametothegirlwhohadconceivedtheidea。
　　"’Itisyourownsuggestion，carriedouttotheletter，’saidGeibel，’anelectricdancer。Youoweittothegentlemantogivehimatrial。’
　　"Shewasabrightsaucylittlegirl，fondofafrolic。Herhostaddedhisentreaties，andsheconsented。
　　"HerrGeibelfixedthefiguretoher。Itsrightarmwasscrewedroundherwaist，andheldherfirmly；itsdelicatelyjointedlefthandwasmadetofastenitselfuponherright。Theoldtoymakershowedherhowtoregulateitsspeed，andhowtostopit，andreleaseherself。
　　"’Itwilltakeyouroundinacompletecircle，’heexplained；’becarefulthatnooneknocksagainstyou，andaltersitscourse。’
　　"Themusicstruckup。OldGeibelputthecurrentinmotion，andAnnetteandherstrangepartnerbegantodance。
　　"Forawhileeveryonestoodwatchingthem。Thefigureperformeditspurposeadmirably。Keepingperfecttimeandstep，andholdingitslittlepartnertightlyclaspedinanunyieldingembrace，itrevolvedsteadily，pouringforthatthesametimeaconstantflowofsqueakyconversation，brokenbybriefintervalsofgrindingsilence。
　　"’Howcharmingyouarelookingto—night，’itremarkedinitsthin，far—awayvoice。’Whatalovelydayithasbeen。Doyoulikedancing？Howwellourstepsagree。Youwillgivemeanother，won’tyou？Oh，don’tbesocruel。Whatacharminggownyouhaveon。
　　Isn’twaltzingdelightful？Icouldgoondancingforever——withyou。Haveyouhadsupper？’
　　"Asshegrewmorefamiliarwiththeuncannycreature，thegirl’snervousnessworeoff，andsheenteredintothefunofthething"’Oh，he’sjustlovely，’shecried，laughing，’Icouldgoondancingwithhimallmylife。’
　　"Coupleaftercouplenowjoinedthem，andsoonallthedancersintheroomwerewhirlingroundbehindthem。NicholausGeibelstoodlookingon，beamingwithchildishdelightathissuccess，"OldWenzelapproachedhim，andwhisperedsomethinginhisear。
　　Geibellaughedandnodded，andthetwoworkedtheirwayquietlytowardsthedoor。
　　"’Thisistheyoungpeople’shouseto—night，’saidWenzel，assoonastheywereoutside；’youandIwillhaveaquietpipeandaglassofhock，overinthecounting—house。’
　　"Meanwhilethedancinggrewmorefastandfurious。LittleAnnetteloosenedthescrewregulatingherpartner’srateofprogress，andthefigureflewroundwithherswifterandswifter。Coupleaftercoupledroppedoutexhausted，buttheyonlywentthefaster，tillatlengththeyweretheonlypairleftdancing。
　　"Madderandmadderbecamethewaltz。Themusiclaggedbehind：themusicians，unabletokeeppace，ceased，andsatstaring。Theyoungerguestsapplauded，buttheolderfacesbegantogrowanxious。
　　"’Hadn’tyoubetterstop，dear，’saidoneofthewomen，’You’llmakeyourselfsotired。’
　　"ButAnnettedidnotanswer。
　　"’Ibelieveshe’sfainted，’criedoutagirl，whohadcaughtsightofherfaceasitwassweptby。
　　"Oneofthemensprangforwardandclutchedatthefigure，butitsimpetusthrewhimdownontothefloor，whereitssteel—casedfeetlaidbarehischeek。Thethingevidentlydidnotintendtopartwithitsprizeeasily。
　　"Hadanyoneretainedacoolhead，thefigure，onecannothelpthinking，mighteasilyhavebeenstopped。Twoorthreemen，actinginconcert，mighthavelifteditbodilyoffthefloor，orhavejammeditintoacorner。Butfewhumanheadsarecapableofremainingcoolunderexcitement。Thosewhoarenotpresentthinkhowstupidmusthavebeenthosewhowere；thosewhoare，reflectafterwardshowsimpleitwouldhavebeentodothis，that，ortheother，ifonlytheyhadthoughtofitatthetime。
　　"Thewomengrewhysterical。Themenshoutedcontradictorydirectionstooneanother。Twoofthemmadeabunglingrushatthefigure，whichhadtheresultofforcingitoutofitsorbitinthecentreoftheroom，andsendingitcrashingagainstthewallsandfurniture。Astreamofbloodshoweditselfdownthegirl’swhitefrock，andfollowedheralongthefloor。Theaffairwasbecominghorrible。Thewomenrushedscreamingfromtheroom。Themenfollowedthem。
　　"Onesensiblesuggestionwasmade：’FindGeibel——fetchGeibel。’
　　"Noonehadnoticedhimleavetheroom，nooneknewwherehewas。A
　　partywentinsearchofhim。Theothers，toounnervedtogobackintotheballroom，crowdedoutsidethedoorandlistened。Theycouldhearthesteadywhirofthewheelsuponthepolishedfloor，asthethingspunroundandround；thedullthudaseverynowandagainitdasheditselfanditsburdenagainstsomeopposingobjectandricochetedoffinanewdirection。
　　"Andeverlastinglyittalkedinthatthinghostlyvoice，repeatingoverandoverthesameformula：’Howcharmingyouarelookingto—
　　night。Whatalovelydayithasbeen。Oh，don’tbesocruel。I
　　couldgoondancingforever——withyou。Haveyouhadsupper？’
　　"OfcoursetheysoughtforGeibeleverywherebutwherehewas。Theylookedineveryroominthehouse，thentheyrushedoffinabodytohisownplace，andspentpreciousminutesinwakinguphisdeafoldhousekeeper。AtlastitoccurredtooneofthepartythatWenzelwasmissingalso，andthentheideaofthecounting—houseacrosstheyardpresenteditselftothem，andtheretheyfoundhim。
　　"Heroseup，verypale，andfollowedthem；andheandoldWenzelforcedtheirwaythroughthecrowdofguestsgatheredoutside，andenteredtheroom，andlockedthedoorbehindthem。
　　"Fromwithintherecamethemuffledsoundoflowvoicesandquicksteps，followedbyaconfusedscufflingnoise，thensilence，thenthelowvoicesagain。
　　"Afteratimethedooropened，andthosenearitpressedforwardtoenter，butoldWenzel’sbroadshouldersbarredtheway。
　　"’Iwantyou——andyou，Bekler，’hesaid，addressingacoupleoftheeldermen。Hisvoicewascalm，buthisfacewasdeadlywhite。’Therestofyou，pleasego——getthewomenawayasquicklyasyoucan。’
　　"FromthatdayoldNicholausGeibelconfinedhimselftothemakingofmechanicalrabbitsandcatsthatmewedandwashedtheirfaces。"
　　WeagreedthatthemoralofMacShaughnassy’sstorywasagoodone。
　　CHAPTERXII
　　Howmuchmoreofour——fortunatelynotveryvaluable——timewedevotedtothiswonderfulnovelofours，Icannotexactlysay。Turningthedogs’—earedleavesofthedilapidateddiarythatliesbeforeme，I
　　findtherecordofourlatergatheringsconfusedandincomplete。
　　Forweekstheredoesnotappearasingleword。Thencomesanalarminglybusiness—likeminuteofameetingatwhichtherewere——
　　"Present：Jephson，MacShaughnassy，Brown，andSelf"；andatwhichthe"Proceedingscommencedat8。30。"Atwhattimethe"proceedings"
　　terminated，andwhatbusinesswasdone，thechronicle，however，sayethnot；though，faintlypencilledinthemarginofthepage，I
　　tracethesehieroglyphics："3。14。9—2。6。7，"bringingoutaresultof"1。8。2。"Evidentlyanunremunerativenight。
　　OnSeptember13thweseemtohavebecomesuddenlyimbuedwithenergytoaquiteremarkabledegree，forIreadthatwe"Resolvedtostartthefirstchapteratonce"——"atonce"beingunderlined。Afterthisspurt，werestuntilOctober4th，whenwe"Discussedwhetheritshouldbeanovelofplotorofcharacter，"without——sofarasthediaryaffordsindication——arrivingatanydefinitedecision。I
　　observethatonthesameday"Mactoldastoryaboutamanwhoaccidentallyboughtacamelatasale。"Detailsofthestoryare，however，wanting，which，perhaps，isfortunateforthereader。
　　Onthe16th，wewerestilldebatingthecharacterofourhero；andI
　　seethatIsuggested"amanoftheCharleyBuswelltype。"
　　PoorCharley，Iwonderwhatcouldhavemademethinkofhiminconnectionwithheroes；hislovableness，Isuppose——certainlynothisheroicqualities。Icanrecallhisboyishfacenow（itwasalwaysaboyishface），thetearsstreamingdownitashesatintheschoolyardbesideabucket，inwhichhewasdrowningthreewhitemiceandatamerat。Isatdownoppositeandcriedtoo，whilehelpinghimtoholdasaucepanlidoverthepoorlittlecreatures，andthustheresprangupafriendshipbetweenus，whichgrew。
　　Overthegraveofthesemurderedrodents，hetookasolemnoathnevertobreakschoolrulesagain，bykeepingeitherwhitemiceortamerats，buttodevotethewholeofhisenergiesforthefuturetopleasinghismasters，andaffordinghisparentssomesatisfactionforthemoneybeingspentuponhiseducation。
　　Sevenweekslater，thepervadencethroughoutthedormitoryofanatmosphericeffectmorecuriousthanpleasingledtothediscoverythathehadconvertedhisboxintoarabbithutch。Confrontedwithelevenkickingwitnesses，andremindedofhisformerpromises，heexplainedthatrabbitswerenotmice，andseemedtoconsiderthatanewandvexatiousregulationhadbeensprunguponhim。Therabbitswereconfiscated。Whatwastheirultimatefate，weneverknewwithcertainty，butthreedayslaterweweregivenrabbit—piefordinner。
　　TocomforthimIendeavouredtoassurehimthatthesecouldnotbehisrabbits。He，however，convincedthattheywere，criedsteadilyintohisplateallthetimethathewaseatingthem，andafterwards，intheplayground，hadastand—upfightwithafourthformboywhohadrequestedasecondhelping。
　　Thateveningheperformedanothersolemnoath—taking，andforthenextmonthwasthemodelboyoftheschool。Hereadtracts，senthissparepocket—moneytoassistinannoyingtheheathen，andsubscribedtoTheYoungChristianandTheWeeklyRambler，anEvangelicalMiscellany（whateverthatmaymean）。Anundilutedcourseofthisperniciousliteraturenaturallycreatedinhimadesiretowardstheoppositeextreme。HesuddenlydroppedTheYoungChristianandTheWeeklyRambler，andpurchasedpennydreadfuls；andtakingnofurtherinterestinthewelfareoftheheathen，savedupandboughtasecond—handrevolverandahundredcartridges。Hisambition，heconfidedtome，wastobecome"adeadshot，"andthemarvelofitisthathedidnotsucceed。
　　Ofcourse，therefollowedtheusualdiscoveryandconsequenttrouble，theusualrepentanceandreformation，theusualdeterminationtostartanewlife。
　　Poorfellow，helived"startinganewlife。"EveryNewYear’sDayhewouldstartanewlife——onhisbirthday——onotherpeople’sbirthdays。Ifancythat，lateron，whenhecametoknowtheirimportance，heextendedtheprincipletoquarterdays。"Tidyingup，andstartingafresh，"healwayscalledit。
　　Ithinkasayoungmanhewasbetterthanmostofus。ButhelackedthatgreatgiftwhichisthedistinguishingfeatureoftheEnglish—
　　speakingracealltheworldover，thegiftofhypocrisy。Heseemedincapableofdoingtheslightestthingwithoutgettingfoundout；agravemisfortuneforamantosufferfrom，this。
　　Dearsimple—heartedfellow，itneveroccurredtohimthathewasasothermen——with，perhaps，adashofstraightforwardnessadded；heregardedhimselfasamonsterofdepravity。OneeveningIfoundhiminhischambersengageduponhisSisypheanlabourof"tidyingup。"A
　　heapofletters，photographs，andbillslaybeforehim。Hewastearingthemupandthrowingthemintothefire。
　　Icametowardshim，buthestoppedme。"Don’tcomenearme，"hecried，"don’ttouchme。I’mnotfittoshakehandswithadecentman。"
　　Itwasthesortofspeechtomakeonefeelhotanduncomfortable。I
　　didnotknowwhattoanswer，andmurmuredsomethingabouthisbeingnoworsethantheaverage。
　　"Don’ttalklikethat，"heansweredexcitedly；"yousaythattocomfortme，Iknow；butIdon’tliketohearit。IfIthoughtothermenwerelikemeIshouldbeashamedofbeingaman。I’vebeenablackguard，oldfellow，but，pleaseGod，it’snottoolate。To—
　　morrowmorningIbeginanewlife。"
　　Hefinishedhisworkofdestruction，andthenrangthebell，andsenthismandownstairsforabottleofchampagne。
　　"Mylastdrink，"hesaid，asweclickedglasses。"Here’stotheoldlifeout，andthenewlifein。"
　　Hetookasipandflungtheglasswiththeremainderintothefire。
　　Hewasalwaysalittletheatrical，especiallywhenmostinearnest。
　　ForalongwhileafterthatIsawnothingofhim。Then，oneevening，sittingdowntosupperatarestaurant，Inoticedhimoppositetomeincompanythatcouldhardlybecalleddoubtful。
　　Heflushedandcameovertome。"I’vebeenanoldwomanfornearlysixmonths，"hesaid，withalaugh。"IfindIcan’tstanditanylonger。"
　　"Afterall，"hecontinued，"whatislifeforbuttolive？It’sonlyhypocriticaltotryandbeathingwearenot。Anddoyouknow"——heleantacrossthetable，speakingearnestly——"honestlyandseriously，I’mabetterman——Ifeelitandknowit——whenIammynaturalselfthanwhenIamtryingtobeanimpossiblesaint。"
　　Thatwasthemistakehemade；healwaysrantoextremes。Hethoughtthatanoath，ifitwereonlybigenough，wouldfrightenawayHumanNature，insteadofservingonlyasachallengetoit。Accordingly，eachreformationwasmoreintemperatethanthelast，tobedulyfollowedbyagreaterswingofthependulumintheoppositedirection。
　　Beingnowinathoroughlyrecklessmood，hewentthepaceratherhotly。Then，oneevening，withoutanypreviouswarning，Ihadanotefromhim。"ComeroundandseemeonThursday。Itismyweddingeve。"
　　Iwent。Hewasoncemore"tidyingup。"Allhisdrawerswereopen，andonthetablewerepiledpacksofcards，bettingbooks，andmuchwrittenpaper，all，asbefore，incourseofdemolition。
　　Ismiled：Icouldnothelpit，and，nowayabashed，helaughedhisusualhearty，honestlaugh。
　　"Iknow，"heexclaimedgaily，"butthisisnotthesameastheothers。"
　　Then，layinghishandonmyshoulder，andspeakingwiththesuddenseriousnessthatcomessoreadilytoshallownatures，hesaid，"Godhasheardmyprayer，oldfriend。HeknowsIamweak。HehassentdownanangeloutofHeaventohelpme。"
　　Hetookherportraitfromthemantelpieceandhandeditme。Itseemedtomethefaceofahard，narrowwoman，but，ofcourse，heravedabouther。
　　Ashetalked，thereflutteredtothegroundfromtheheapbeforehimanoldrestaurantbill，and，stooping，hepickeditupandhelditinhishand，musing。
　　"Haveyouevernoticedhowthescentofthechampagneandthecandlesseemstoclingtothesethings？"hesaidlightly，sniffingcarelesslyatit。"Iwonderwhat’sbecomeofher？"
　　"IthinkIwouldn’tthinkaboutheratalltonight，"Ianswered。
　　Heloosenedhishand，lettingthepaperfallintothefire。
　　"MyGod！"hecriedvehemently，"whenIthinkofallthewrongIhavedone——theirreparable，ever—wideningruinIhaveperhapsbroughtintotheworld——OGod！sparemealonglifethatImaymakeamends。
　　Everyhour，everyminuteofitshallbedevotedtoyourservice。"
　　Ashestoodthere，withhiseagerboyisheyesupraised，alightseemedtofalluponhisfaceandillumineit。Ihadpushedthephotographbacktohim，anditlayuponthetablebeforehim。Hekneltandpressedhislipstoit。
　　"Withyourhelp，mydarling，andHis，"hemurmured。
　　Thenextmorninghewasmarried。Shewasawell—meaninggirl，thoughherpiety，asisthecasewithmostpeople，wasofthenegativeorder；andherantipathytothingsevilmuchstrongerthanhersympathywiththingsgood。ForalongertimethanIhadexpectedshekepthimstraight——perhapsalittletoostraight。Butatlasttherecametheinevitablerelapse。
　　Icalleduponhim，inanswertoanexcitedmessage，andfoundhiminthedepthsofdespair。Itwastheoldstory，humanweakness，combinedwithlamentablelackofthemostordinaryprecautionsagainstbeingfoundout。Hegavemedetails，interspersedwithexuberantdenunciationsofhimself，andIundertookthedelicatetaskofpeace—maker。
　　Itwasawearywork，buteventuallysheconsentedtoforgivehim。
　　Hisjoy，whenItoldhim，wasboundless。
　　"Howgoodwomenare，"hesaid，whilethetearscameintohiseyes。
　　"Butsheshallnotrepentit。PleaseGod，fromthisdayforth，I’ll——"
　　Hestopped，andforthefirsttimeinhislifethedoubtofhimselfcrossedhismind。AsIsatwatchinghim，thejoydiedoutofhisface，andthefirsthintofagepassedoverit。
　　"Iseemtohavebeen’tidyingupandstartingafresh’allmylife，"
　　hesaidwearily；"I’mbeginningtoseewheretheuntidinesslies，andtheonlywaytogetridofit。"
　　Ididnotunderstandthemeaningofhiswordsatthetime，butlearntitlateron。
　　Hestrove，accordingtohisstrength，andfell。Butbyamiraclehistransgressionwasnotdiscovered。Thefactscametolightlongafterwards，butatthetimetherewereonlytwowhoknew。
　　Itwashislastfailure。LateoneeveningIreceivedahurriedly—
　　scrawlednotefromhiswife，beggingmetocomeround。
　　"Aterriblethinghashappened，"itran；"Charleywentuptohisstudyafterdinner，sayinghehadsome’tidyingup，’ashecallsit，todo，anddidnotwishtobedisturbed。Inclearingouthisdeskhemusthavehandledcarelesslytherevolverthathealwayskeepsthere，notremembering，Isuppose，thatitwasloaded。Weheardareport，andonrushingintotheroomfoundhimlyingdeadonthefloor。Thebullethadpassedrightthroughhisheart。"
　　Hardlythetypeofmanforahero！AndyetIdonotknow。Perhapshefoughtharderthanmanyamanwhoconquers。Intheworld’scourts，wearecompelledtojudgeoncircumstantialevidenceonly，andthechiefwitness，theman’ssoul，cannotverywellbecalled。
　　Irememberthesubjectofbraverybeingdiscussedoneeveningatadinnerparty，whenaGermangentlemanpresentrelatedananecdote，theheroofwhichwasayoungPrussianofficer。
　　"Icannotgiveyouhisname，"ourGermanfriendexplained——"themanhimselftoldmethestoryinconfidence；andthoughhepersonally，byvirtueofhisafterrecord，couldaffordtohaveitknown，thereareotherreasonswhyitshouldnotbebruitedabout。
　　"HowIlearntitwasinthisway。ForadashingexploitperformedduringthebriefwaragainstAustriahehadbeenpresentedwiththeIronCross。This，asyouarewellaware，isthemosthighly—prizeddecorationinourarmy；menwhohaveearneditareusuallyconceitedaboutit，and，indeed，havesomeexcuseforbeingso。He，onthecontrary，kepthislockedinadrawerofhisdesk，andneverworeitexceptwhencompelledbyofficialetiquette。Themeresightofitseemedtobepainfultohim。OnedayIaskedhimthereason。Weareveryoldandclosefriends，andhetoldme。
　　"Theincidentoccurredwhenhewasayounglieutenant。Indeed，itwashisfirstengagement。Bysomemeansoranotherhehadbecomeseparatedfromhiscompany，and，unabletoregainit，hadattachedhimselftoalineregimentstationedattheextremerightofthePrussianlines。
　　"Theenemy’seffortwasmainlydirectedagainsttheleftcentre，andforawhileouryounglieutenantwasnothingmorethanadistantspectatorofthebattle。Suddenly，however，theattackshifted，andtheregimentfounditselfoccupyinganextremelyimportantandcriticalposition。Theshellsbegantofallunpleasantlynear，andtheorderwasgivento’grass。’
　　"Themenfellupontheirfacesandwaited。Theshellsploughedthegroundaroundthem，smotheringthemwithdirt。Ahorrible，gripingpainstartedinmyyoungfriend’sstomach，andbegancreepingupwards。Hisheadandheartbothseemedtobeshrinkingandgrowingcold。Ashottoreofftheheadofthemannexttohim，sendingthebloodspurtingintohisface；aminutelateranotherrippedopenthebackofapoorfellowlyingtothefrontofhim。
　　"Hisbodyseemednottobelongtohimselfatall。Astrange，shrivelledcreaturehadtakenpossessionofit。Heraisedhisheadandpeeredabouthim。Heandthreesoldiers——youngsters，likehimself，whohadneverbeforebeenunderfire——appearedtobeutterlyaloneinthathell。Theyweretheendmenoftheregiment，andtheconfigurationofthegroundcompletelyhidthemfromtheircomrades。
　　"Theyglancedateachother，thesefour，andreadoneanother’sthoughts。Leavingtheirrifleslyingonthegrass，theycommencedtocrawlstealthilyupontheirbellies，thelieutenantleading，theotherthreefollowing。
　　"Somefewhundredyardsinfrontofthemroseasmall，steephill。
　　Iftheycouldreachthisitwouldshutthemoutofsight。Theyhastenedon，pausingeverythirtyyardsorsotoliestillandpantforbreath，thenhurryingonagain，quickerthanbefore，tearingtheirfleshagainstthebrokenground。
　　"Atlasttheyreachedthebaseoftheslope，andslinkingalittlewayroundit，raisedtheirheadsandlookedback。WheretheywereitwasimpossibleforthemtobeseenfromthePrussianlines。
　　"Theysprangtotheirfeetandbrokeintoawildrace。AdozenstepsfurthertheycamefacetofacewithanAustrianfieldbattery。
　　"Thedemonthathadtakenpossessionofthemhadbeengrowingstrongerthefurthertheyhadfled。Theywerenotmen，theywereanimalsmadwithfear。Drivenbythesamefrenzythatpromptedotherpanic—strickencreaturestooncerushdownasteepplaceintothesea，thesefourmen，withayell，flungthemselves，swordinhand，uponthewholebattery；andthewholebattery，bewilderedbythesuddennessandunexpectednessoftheattack，thinkingtheentirebattalionwasuponthem，gaveway，andrushedpell—melldownthehill。
　　"WiththesightofthoseflyingAustriansthefear，asindependentlyasithadcometohim，lefthim，andhefeltonlyadesiretohackandkill。ThefourPrussiansflewafterthem，cuttingandstabbingatthemastheyran；andwhenthePrussiancavalrycamethunderingup，theyfoundmyyounglieutenantandhisthreefriendshadcapturedtwogunsandaccountedforhalfascoreoftheenemy。
　　"Nextday，hewassummonedtoheadquarters。
　　"’Willyoubegoodenoughtorememberforthefuture，sir，’saidtheChiefoftheStaff，’thatHisMajestydoesnotrequirehislieutenantstoexecutemanoeuvresontheirownresponsibility，andalsothattoattackabatterywiththreemenisnotwar，butdamnedtomfoolery。Yououghttobecourt—martialled，sir！’
　　"Then，insomewhatdifferenttones，theoldsoldieradded，hisfacesofteningintoasmile：’However，alertnessanddaring，myyoungfriend，aregoodqualities，especiallywhencrownedwithsuccess。
　　IftheAustrianshadoncesucceededinplantingabatteryonthathillitmighthavebeendifficulttodislodgethem。Perhaps，underthecircumstances，HisMajestymayoverlookyourindiscretion。’
　　"’HisMajestynotonlyoverlookedit，butbestoweduponmetheIronCross，’concludedmyfriend。’Forthecreditofthearmy，Ijudgeditbettertokeepquietandtakeit。But，asyoucanunderstand，thesightofitdoesnotrecallverypleasurablereflections。’"
　　Toreturntomydiary，IseethatonNovember14thweheldanothermeeting。Butatthistherewerepresentonly"Jephson，MacShaughnassy，andSelf"；andofBrown’snameIfindhenceforthnofurthertrace。OnChristmasevewethreemetagain，andmynotesinformmethatMacShaughnassybrewedsomewhiskey—punch，accordingtoarecipeofhisown，arecordsuggestiveofasadChristmasforallthreeofus。Noparticularbusinessappearstohavebeenaccomplishedoneitheroccasion。
　　ThenthereisabreakuntilFebruary8th，andtheassemblagehasshrunkto"JephsonandSelf。"Withafinalflicker，asofadyingcandle，mydiaryatthispoint，however，growsluminous，sheddingmuchlightuponthatevening’sconversation。
　　Ourtalkseemstohavebeenofmanythings——ofmostthings，infact，exceptournovel。Amongothersubjectswespokeofliteraturegenerally。
　　"Iamtiredofthiseternalcackleaboutbooks，"saidJephson；
　　"thesecolumnsofcriticismtoeverylineofwriting；theseendlessbooksaboutbooks；theseshrillpraisesandshrilldenunciations；
　　thissillyworshipofnovelistTom；thissillyhateofpoetDick；
　　thissillysquabblingoverplaywrightHarry。Thereisnosoberness，nosenseinitall。Onewouldthink，tolistentotheHighPriestsofCulture，thatmanwasmadeforliterature，notliteratureforman。ThoughtexistedbeforethePrintingPress；andthemenwhowrotethebesthundredbooksneverreadthem。Bookshavetheirplaceintheworld，buttheyarenotitspurpose。Theyarethingssidebysidewithbeefandmutton，thescentofthesea，thetouchofahand，thememoryofahope，andalltheotheritemsinthesum—
　　totalofourthree—scoreyearsandten。YetwespeakofthemasthoughtheywerethevoiceofLifeinsteadofmerelyitsfaintecho。
　　TalesaredelightfulAStales——sweetasprimrosesafterthelongwinter，restfulasthecawingofrooksatsunset。Butwedonotwrite’tales’now；weprepare’humandocuments’anddissectsouls。"
　　Hebrokeoffabruptlyinthemidstofhistirade。"Doyouknowwhatthese’psychologicalstudies，’thataresofashionablejustnow，alwaysmakemethinkof？"hesaid。"Onemonkeyexamininganothermonkeyforfleas。
　　"Andwhat，afterall，doesourdissectingpenlaybare？"hecontinued。"Humannature？ormerelysomemoreorlessunsavouryundergarment，disguisinganddisfiguringhumannature？Thereisastorytoldofanelderlytramp，who，overtakenbymisfortune，wascompelledtoretireforawhiletotheseclusionofPortland。Hishosts，desiringtoseeasmuchaspossibleoftheirguestduringhislimitedstaywiththem，proceededtobathhim。Theybathedhimtwiceadayforaweek，eachtimelearningmoreofhim；untilatlasttheyreachedaflannelshirt。Andwiththattheyhadtobecontent，soapandwaterprovingpowerlesstogofurther。
　　"Thattrampappearstomesymbolicalofmankind。HumanNaturehaswornitsconventionsforsolongthatitshabithasgrownontoit。
　　Inthisnineteenthcenturyitisimpossibletosaywheretheclothesofcustomendandthenaturalmanbegins。Ourvirtuesaretaughttousasabranchof’Deportment’；ourvicesaretherecognisedvicesofourreignandset。Ourreligionhangsready—madebesideourcradletobebuttoneduponusbylovinghands。Ourtastesweacquire，withdifficulty；oursentimentswelearnbyrote。Atcostofinfinitesuffering，westudytolovewhiskeyandcigars，highartandclassicalmusic。InoneageweadmireByronanddrinksweetchampagne：twentyyearslateritismorefashionabletopreferShelley，andwelikeourchampagnedry。AtschoolwearetoldthatShakespeareisagreatpoet，andthattheVenusdiMediciisafinepieceofsculpture；andsofortherestofourliveswegoaboutsayingwhatagreatpoetwethinkShakespeare，andthatthereisnopieceofsculpture，inouropinion，sofineastheVenusdiMedici。
　　IfweareFrenchmenweadoreourmother；ifEnglishmenwelovedogsandvirtue。Wegrieveforthedeathofanearrelativetwelvemonths；butforasecondcousinwesorrowonlythree。Thegoodmanhashisregulationexcellenciestostriveafter，hisregulationsinstorepentof。Iknewagoodmanwhowasquitetroubledbecausehewasnotproud，andcouldnot，therefore，withanyreasonableness，prayforhumility。Insocietyonemustneedsbecynicalandmildlywicked：inBohemia，orthodoxlyunorthodox。Iremembermymotherexpostulatingwithafriend，anactress，whohadleftadevotedhusbandandelopedwithadisagreeable，ugly，littlelowcomedian（I
　　amspeakingoflong，longago）。
　　"’Youmustbemad，’saidmymother；’whatonearthinducedyoutotakesuchastep？’
　　"’MydearEmma，’repliedthelady；’whatelsewasthereforme？YouknowIcan’tact。IhadtodoSOMETHINGtoshowIwas’anartiste！’
　　"Wearedressed—upmarionettes。Ourvoiceisthevoiceoftheunseenshowman，Convention；ourverymovementsofpassionandpainarebutinanswertohisjerk。Amanresemblesoneofthosegiganticbundlesthatoneseesinnursemaids’arms。Itisverybulkyandverylong；itlooksamassofdelicatelaceandrichfurandfinewovenstuffs；andsomewhere，hiddenoutofsightamongthefinery，thereisatinyredbitofbewilderedhumanity，withnovoicebutafoolishcry。
　　"Thereisbutonestory，"hewenton，afteralongpause，utteringhisownthoughtsaloudratherthanspeakingtome。"Wesitatourdesksandthinkandthink，andwriteandwrite，butthestoryiseverthesame。Mentolditandmenlistenedtoitmanyyearsago；
　　wearetellingittooneanotherto—day；weshallbetellingittooneanotherathousandyearshence；andthestoryis：’Onceuponatimetherelivedaman，andawomanwholovedhim。’Thelittlecriticcriesthatitisnotnew，andasksforsomethingfresh，thinking——aschildrendo——thattherearestrangethingsintheworld。"
　　Atthatpointmynotesend，andthereisnothinginthebookbeyond。
　　Whetheranyofusthoughtanymoreofthenovel，whetherweevermetagaintodiscussit，whetheritwereeverbegun，whetheritwereeverabandoned——Icannotsay。ThereisafairystorythatIreadmany，manyyearsagothathasneverceasedtohauntme。Ittoldhowalittleboyonceclimbedarainbow。Andattheendoftherainbow，justbehindtheclouds，hefoundawondrouscity。Itshouseswereofgold，anditsstreetswerepavedwithsilver，andthelightthatshoneuponitwasasthelightthatliesuponthesleepingworldatdawn。Inthiscitytherewerepalacessobeautifulthatmerelytolookuponthemsatisfiedalldesires；templessoperfectthattheywhooncekneltthereinwerecleansedofsin。Andallthemenwhodweltinthiswondrouscityweregreatandgood，andthewomenfairerthanthewomenofayoungman’sdreams。Andthenameofthecitywas，"Thecityofthethingsmenmeanttodo。"