the sky； so the song of Hermas fell。 At the end of his flight
of gratitude there was nothinga blank； a hollow space。
He looked for a face； and saw a void。 He sought for a
hand； and clasped vacancy。 His heart was throbbing and
swelling with passion； the bell swung to and fro within him；
beating from side to side as if it would burst； but not a
single note came from it。 All the fulness of his feeling；
that had risen upward like a fountain； fell back from the empty
sky； as cold as snow； as hard as hail； frozen and dead。 There
was no meaning in his happiness。 No one had sent it to him。
There was no one to thank for it。 His felicity was a closed
circle； a wall of ice。
〃Let us go back；〃 he said sadly to Athenais； 〃the child is
heavy upon my shoulder。 We will lay him to sleep； and go into
the library。 The air grows chilly。 We were mistaken。 The
gratitude of life is only a dream。 There is no one to thank。〃
And in the garden it was already night。
V
No outward change came to the House of the Golden Pillars。
Everything moved as smoothly； as delicately； as prosperously；
as before。 But inwardly there was a subtle； inexplicable
transformation。 A vague discontent； a final and inevitable
sense of incompleteness； overshadowed existence from that
night when Hermas realised that his joy could never go beyond
itself。
The next morning the old man whom he had seen in the Grove
of Daphne； but never since； appeared mysteriously at the door
of the house； as if he had been sent for； and entered like an
invited guest。
Hermas could not but make him welcome； and at first he
tried to regard him with reverence and affection as the one
through whom fortune had come。 But it was impossible。 There
was a chill in the inscrutable smile of Marcion； as he called
himself； that seemed to mock at reverence。 He was in the
house as one watching a strange experimenttranquil；
interested； ready to supply anything that might be needed for
its completion； but thoroughly indifferent to the feelings of
the subject； an anatomist of life； looking curiously to see
how long it would continue； and how it would act； after the
heart had been removed。
In his presence Hermas was conscious of a certain
irritation； a resentful anger against the calm； frigid
scrutiny of the eyes that followed him everywhere； like a pair
of spies； peering out over the smiling mouth and the long
white beard。
〃Why do you look at me so curiously？〃 asked Hermas； one
morning； as they sat together in the library。 〃Do you see
anything strange in me？〃
〃No；〃 answered Marcion； 〃something familiar。〃
〃And what is that？〃
〃A singular likeness to a discontented young man that I
met some years ago in the Grove of Daphne。〃
〃But why should that interest you？ Surely it was to be
expected。〃
〃A thing that we expect often surprises us when we see it。
Besides； my curiosity is piqued。 I suspect you of keeping a
secret from me。〃
〃You are jesting with me。 There is nothing in my life
that you do not know。 What is the secret？〃
〃Nothing more than the wish to have one。 You are growing
tired of your bargain。 The play wearies you。 That is
foolish。 Do you want to try a new part？〃
The question was like a mirror upon which one comes
suddenly in a half…lighted room。 A quick illumination falls on
it； and the passer…by is startled by the look of his own face。
〃You are right；〃 said Hermas。 〃I am tired。 We have been
going on stupidly in this house； as if nothing were possible
but what my father had done before me。 There is nothing
original in being rich； and well…fed； and well…dressed。
Thousands of men have tried it； and have not been satisfied。 Let
us do something new。 Let us make a mark in the world。〃
〃It is well said；〃 nodded the old man； 〃you are speaking
again like a man after my own heart。 There is no folly but
the loss of an opportunity to enjoy a new sensation。〃
From that day Hermas seemed to be possessed with a
perpetual haste； an uneasiness that left him no repose。 The
summit of life had been attained； the highest possible point
of felicity。 Henceforward the course could only be at a
levelperhaps downward。 It might be brief； at the best it
could not be very long。 It was madness to lose a day； an
hour。 That would be the only fatal mistake： to forfeit
anything of the bargain that he had made。 He would have it； and
hold it； and enjoy it all to the full。 The world might have
nothing better to give than it had already given； but surely it
had many things that were new； and Marcion should help him to
find them。
Under his learned counsel the House of the Golden Pillars
took on a new magnificence。 Artists were brought from Corinth
and Rome and Alexandria to adorn it with splendour。 Its fame
glittered around the world。 Banquets of incredible luxury
drew the most celebrated guests into its triclinium； and
filled them with envious admiration。 The bees swarmed and
buzzed about the golden hive。 The human insects； gorgeous
moths of pleasure and greedy flies of appetite； parasites and
flatterers and crowds of inquisitive idlers； danced and
fluttered in the dazzling light that surrounded Hermas。
Everything that he touched prospered。 He bought a tract
of land in the Caucasus； and emeralds were discovered among
the mountains。 He sent a fleet of wheat…ships to Italy； and
the price of grain doubled while it was on the way。 He sought
political favour with the emperor； and was rewarded with the
governorship of the city。 His name was a word to conjure with。
The beauty of Athenais lost nothing with the passing
seasons； but grew more perfect； even under the inexplicable
shade of dissatisfaction that sometimes veiled it。 〃Fair as
the wife of Hermas〃 was a proverb in Antioch； and soon men
began to add to it； 〃Beautiful as the son of Hermas〃； for the
child developed swiftly in that favouring clime。 At nine
years of age he was straight and strong； firm of limb and
clear of eye。 His brown head was on a level with his father's
heart。 He was the jewel of the House of the Golden Pillars；
the pride of Hermas； the new Fortunatus。
That year another drop of success fell into his brimming
cup。 His black Numidian horses； which he had been training
for the world…renowned chariot…races of Antioch； won the
victory over a score of rivals。 Hermas received the prize
carelessly from the judge's hands； and turned to drive once
more around the circus； to show himself to the people。 He
lifted the eager boy into the chariot beside him to share his
triumph。
Here； indeed； was the glory of his lifethis matchless
son； his brighter counterpart carved in breathing ivory；
touching his arm； and balancing himself proudly on the swaying
floor of the chariot。 As the horses pranced around the ring；
a great shout of applause filled the amphitheatre； and
thousands of spectators waved their salutations of praise：
〃Hail； fortunate Hermas； master of success！ Hail； little
Hermas； prince of good luck！〃
The； sudden tempest of acclamation； the swift fluttering
of innumerable garments in the air； startled the horses。 They
dashed violently forward； and plunged upon the bits。 The left
rein broke。 They swerved to the right； swinging the chariot
sideways with a grating noise； and dashing it against the
stone parapet of the arena。 In an instant the wheel was
shattered。 The axle struck the ground； and the chariot was
dragged onward； rocking and staggering。
By a strenuous effort Hermas kept his place on the frail
platform； clinging to the unbroken rein。 But the boy was
tossed lightly from his side at the first shock。 His head struck
the wall。 And when Hermas turned to look for him； he was lying
like a broken flower on the sand。
VI
They carried the boy in a litter to the House of the Golden
Pillars； summoning the most skilful physician of Antioch to
attend him。 For hours the child was as quiet as death。
Hermas watched the white eyelids； folded close like lily…buds
at night； even as one watches for the morning。 At last they
opened； but the fire of fever was burning in the eyes； and the
lips were moving in a wild delirium。
Hour after hour that sweet childish voice rang through the
halls and chambers of the splendid； helpless house； now rising
in shrill calls of distress and senseless laughter； now
sinking in weariness and dull moaning。 The stars shone and
faded； the sun rose and set； the roses bloomed and fell in the
garden； the birds sang and slept among the jasmine…bowers。
But in the heart of Hermas there was no song； no bloom； no
lightonly speechless anguish； and a certain fearful looking…for
of desolation。
He was like a man in a nightmare。 He saw the shapeless
terror that was moving toward him； but he was impotent to stay
or to escape it。 He had done all that he could。 There was
nothing left but to wait。
He paced to and fro； now hurrying to the boy's bed as if
he could not bear to be away from it； now turning back as if
he could not endure to be near it。 The people of the house；
even Athenais； feared to speak to him； there was something so
vacant and desperate in his face。
At nightfall on the second of those eternal days he shut
himself in the library。 The unfilled lamp had gone out；
leaving a trail of smoke in the air。 The sprigs of mignonette
and rosemary； with which the room was sprinkled every day；
were unrenewed； and scented the gloom with close odours of
decay。 A costly manuscript of Theocritus was tumbled in
disorder on the floor。 Hermas sank into a chair like a man in
whom the very spring of being is broken。 Through the darkness
some one drew near。 He did not even lift his head。 A hand
touched him； a soft arm was laid over his shoulders。 It was
Athenais； kneeling beside him and speaking very low：
〃Hermasit is almost overthe child！ His voice grows
weaker hour by hour。 He moans and calls for some one to help
him； then he laughs。 It breaks my heart。 He has just fallen
asleep。 The moon is rising now。 Unless a change comes he
cannot last till sunrise。 Is there nothing we can do？ Is
there no power that can save him？ Is there no one to pity us
and spare us？ Let us call； let us beg