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to　come　up？'　And　he　will　say　Yes　or　No。　I　never　say；　'Do　you　wish？'　or

'Will　you？'　or　'Do　you　want？'　Those　words　are　scratched　out　of　the

dictionary。　He　let　out　at　me　once　with　a　'Do　you　want　to　kill　me？'　he

was　so　very　angry。〃



Jonathan　left　the　old　schoolmaster　in　the　vestibule；　signing　to　him　to

come　no　further；　and　soon　returned　with　a　favorable　answer。　He　led　the

old　gentleman　through　one　magnificent　room　after　another；　where　every

door　stood　open。　At　last　Porriquet　beheld　his　pupil　at　some　distance

seated　beside　the　fire。



Raphael　was　reading　the　paper。　He　sat　in　an　armchair　wrapped　in　a

dressing…gown　with　some　large　pattern　on　it。　The　intense　melancholy

that　preyed　upon　him　could　be　discerned　in　his　languid　posture　and

feeble　frame；　it　was　depicted　on　his　brow　and　white　face；　he　looked

like　some　plant　bleached　by　darkness。　There　was　a　kind　of　effeminate

grace　about　him；　the　fancies　peculiar　to　wealthy　invalids　were　also

noticeable。　His　hands　were　soft　and　white；　like　a　pretty　woman's；　he

wore　his　fair　hair；　now　grown　scanty；　curled　about　his　temples　with　a

refinement　of　vanity。



The　Greek　cap　that　he　wore　was　pulled　to　one　side　by　the　weight　of　its

tassel；　too　heavy　for　the　light　material　of　which　it　was　made。　He　had

let　the　paper…knife　fall　at　his　feet；　a　malachite　blade　with　gold

mounting；　which　he　had　used　to　cut　the　leaves　of　the　book。　The　amber

mouthpiece　of　a　magnificent　Indian　hookah　lay　on　his　knee；　the

enameled　coils　lay　like　a　serpent　in　the　room；　but　he　had　forgotten　to

draw　out　its　fresh　perfume。　And　yet　there　was　a　complete　contradiction

between　the　general　feebleness　of　his　young　frame　and　the　blue　eyes；

where　all　his　vitality　seemed　to　dwell；　an　extraordinary　intelligence

seemed　to　look　out　from　them　and　to　grasp　everything　at　once。



That　expression　was　painful　to　see。　Some　would　have　read　despair　in

it；　and　others　some　inner　conflict　terrible　as　remorse。　It　was　the

inscrutable　glance　of　helplessness　that　must　perforce　consign　its

desires　to　the　depths　of　its　own　heart；　or　of　a　miser　enjoying　in

imagination　all　the　pleasures　that　his　money　could　procure　for　him；

while　he　declines　to　lessen　his　hoard；　the　look　of　a　bound　Prometheus；

of　the　fallen　Napoleon　of　1815；　when　he　learned　at　the　Elysee　the

strategical　blunder　that　his　enemies　had　made；　and　asked　for　twenty…

four　hours　of　command　in　vain；　or　rather　it　was　the　same　look　that

Raphael　had　turned　upon　the　Seine；　or　upon　his　last　piece　of　gold　at

the　gaming…table　only　a　few　months　ago。



He　was　submitting　his　intelligence　and　his　will　to　the　homely　common…

sense　of　an　old　peasant　whom　fifty　years　of　domestic　service　had

scarcely　civilized。　He　had　given　up　all　the　rights　of　life　in　order　to

live；　he　had　despoiled　his　soul　of　all　the　romance　that　lies　in　a

wish；　and　almost　rejoiced　at　thus　becoming　a　sort　of　automaton。　The

better　to　struggle　with　the　cruel　power　that　he　had　challenged；　he　had

followed　Origen's　example；　and　had　maimed　and　chastened　his

imagination。



The　day　after　he　had　seen　the　diminution　of　the　Magic　Skin；　at　his

sudden　accession　of　wealth；　he　happened　to　be　at　his　notary's　house。　A

well…known　physician　had　told　them　quite　seriously；　at　dessert；　how　a

Swiss　attacked　by　consumption　had　cured　himself。　The　man　had　never

spoken　a　word　for　ten　years；　and　had　compelled　himself　to　draw　six

breaths　only；　every　minute；　in　the　close　atmosphere　of　a　cow…house；

adhering　all　the　time　to　a　regimen　of　exceedingly　light　diet。　〃I　will

be　like　that　man；〃　thought　Raphael　to　himself。　He　wanted　life　at　any

price；　and　so　he　led　the　life　of　a　machine　in　the　midst　of　all　the

luxury　around　him。



The　old　professor　confronted　this　youthful　corpse　and　shuddered；　there

seemed　something　unnatural　about　the　meagre；　enfeebled　frame。　In　the

Marquis；　with　his　eager　eyes　and　careworn　forehead；　he　could　hardly

recognize　the　fresh…cheeked　and　rosy　pupil　with　the　active　limbs；　whom

he　remembered。　If　the　worthy　classicist；　sage　critic；　and　general

preserver　of　the　traditions　of　correct　taste　had　read　Byron；　he　would

have　thought　that　he　had　come　on　a　Manfred　when　he　looked　to　find

Childe　Harold。



〃Good　day；　pere　Porriquet；〃　said　Raphael；　pressing　the　old

schoolmaster's　frozen　fingers　in　his　own　damp　ones；　〃how　are　you？〃



〃I　am　very　well；〃　replied　the　other；　alarmed　by　the　touch　of　that

feverish　hand。　〃But　how　about　you？〃



〃Oh；　I　am　hoping　to　keep　myself　in　health。〃



〃You　are　engaged　in　some　great　work；　no　doubt？〃



〃No；〃　Raphael　answered。　〃Exegi　monumemtum；　pere　Porriquet；　I　have

contributed　an　important　page　to　science；　and　have　now　bidden　her

farewell　for　ever。　I　scarcely　know　where　my　manuscript　is。〃



〃The　style　is　no　doubt　correct？〃　queried　the　schoolmaster。　〃You；　I

hope；　would　never　have　adopted　the　barbarous　language　of　the　new

school；　which　fancies　it　has　worked　such　wonders　by　discovering

Ronsard！〃



〃My　work　treats　of　physiology　pure　and　simple。〃



〃Oh；　then；　there　is　no　more　to　be　said；〃　the　schoolmaster　answered。

〃Grammar　must　yield　to　the　exigencies　of　discovery。　Nevertheless；

young　man；　a　lucid　and　harmonious　stylethe　diction　of　Massillon；　of

M。　de　Buffon；　of　the　great　Racinea　classical　style；　in　short；　can

never　spoil　anythingBut；　my　friend；〃　the　schoolmaster　interrupted

himself；　〃I　was　forgetting　the　object　of　my　visit；　which　concerns　my

own　interests。〃



Too　late　Raphael　recalled　to　mind　the　verbose　eloquence　and　elegant

circumlocutions　which　in　a　long　professorial　career　had　grown　habitual

to　his　old　tutor；　and　almost　regretted　that　he　had　admitted　him；　but

just　as　he　was　about　to　wish　to　see　him　safely　outside；　he　promptly

suppressed　his　secret　desire　with　a　stealthy　glance　at　the　Magic　Skin。

It　hung　there　before　him；　fastened　down　upon　some　white　material；

surrounded　by　a　red　line　accurately　traced　about　its　prophetic

outlines。　Since　that　fatal　carouse；　Raphael　had　stifled　every　least

whim；　and　had　lived　so　as　not　to　cause　the　slightest　movement　in　the

terrible　talisman。　The　Magic　Skin　was　like　a　tiger　with　which　he　must

live　without　exciting　its　ferocity。　He　bore　patiently；　therefore；　with

the　old　schoolmaster's　prolixity。



Porriquet　spent　an　hour　in　telling　him　about　the　persecutions　directed

against　him　ever　since　the　Revolution　of　July。　The　worthy　man；　having

a　liking　for　strong　governments；　had　expressed　the　patriotic　wish　that

grocers　should　be　left　to　their　counters；　statesmen　to　the　management

of　public　business；　advocates　to　the　Palais　de　Justice；　and　peers　of

France　to　the　Luxembourg；　but　one　of　the　popularity…seeking　ministers

of　the　Citizen　King　had　ousted　him　from　his　chair；　on　an　accusation　of

Carlism；　and　the　old　man　now　found　himself　without　pension　or　post；

and　with　no　bread　to　eat。　As　he　played　the　part　of　guardian　angel　to　a

poor　nephew；　for　whose　schooling　at　Saint　Sulpice　he　was　paying；　he

came　less　on　his　own　account　than　for　his　adopted　child's　sake；　to

entreat　his　former　pupil's　interest　with　the　new　minister。　He　did　not

ask　to　be　reinstated；　but　only　for　a　position　at　the　head　of　some

provincial　school。



QRaphael　had　fallen　a　victim　to　unconquerable　drowsiness　by　the　time

that　the　worthy　man's　monotonous　voice　ceased　to　sound　in　his　ears。

Civility　had　compelled　him　to　look　at　the　pale　and　unmoving　eyes　of

the　deliberate　and　tedious　old　narrator；　till　he　himself　had　reached

stupefaction；　magnetized　in　an　inexplicable　way　by　the　power　of

inertia。



〃Well；　my　dear　pere　Porriquet；〃　he　said；　not　very　certain　what　the

question　was　to　which　he　was　replying；　〃but　I　can　do　nothing　for　you；

nothing　at　all。　I　WISH　VERY　HEARTILY　that　you　may　succeed〃



All　at　once；　without　seeing　the　change　wrought　on　the　old　man's　sallow

and　wrinkled　brow　by　these　conventional　phrases；　full　of　indifference

and　selfishness；　Raphael　sprang　to　his　feet　like　a　startled　roebuck。

He　saw　a　thin　white　line　between　the　black　piece　of　hide　and　the　red

tracing　about　it；　and　gave　a　cry　so　fearful　that　the　poor　professor

was　frightened　by　it。



〃Old　fool！　Go！〃　he　cried。　〃You　will　be　appointed　as　headmaster！

Couldn't　you　have　asked　me　for　an　annuity　of　a　thousand　crowns　rather

than　a　murderous　wish？　Your　visit　would　have　cost　me　nothing。　There

are　a　hundred　thousand　situations　to　be　had　in　France；　but　I　have　only

one　life。　A　man's　life　is　worth　more　than　all　the　situations　in　the

world。Jonathan！〃



Jonathan　appeared。



〃This　is　your　doing；　double…distilled　idiot！　What　made　you　suggest

that　I　should　see　M。　Porriquet？〃　and　he　pointed　to　the　old　man；　who

was　petrified　with　fright。　〃Did　I　put　myself　in　your　hands　for　you　to

tear　me　in　pieces？　You　have　just　shortened　my　life　by　ten　years！

Another　blunder　of　this　kind；　and　you　will　lay　me　where　I　have　laid　my

father。　Would　I　not　far　rather　have　possessed　the　beautiful　Foedora？

And　I　have　obliged　that　old　hulk　insteadthat　rag　of　humanity！　I　had

money　enough　for　him。　And；　moreover；　if　all　the　Porriquets　in　the

world　were　dying　of　hunger；　what　is　that　to　me？〃



Raphael's　face　was　white　with　anger；　a　slight　froth　marked　his

trembling　lips；　there　was　a　savage　gleam　in　his　eyes。　The　two　elders

shook　with　terror　in　his　presence　like　two　children　at　the　sight　of　a

snake。　The　young　man　fell　back　in　his　armchair；　a　kind　of　reaction

took　place　in　him；　the　tears　flowed　fast　from　his　angry　eyes。



〃Oh；　my　life！〃　he　cried；　〃that　fair　life　of　mine。　Never　to　know　a

kindly　thought　again；　to　love　no　more；　nothing　is　left　to　me！〃



He　turned　to　the　professor　and　went　on　in　a　gentle　voice〃The　harm　is

done；　my　old　friend。　Your　services　have　been　well　repaid；　and　my

misfortune　has　at　any　rate　contributed　to　the　welfare　of　a　good　and

worthy　man。〃



His　tones　betrayed　so　much　feeling　that　the　almost　unintelligible

words　drew　tears　from　the　two　old　men；　such　tears　as　are　shed　over

some　pathetic　song　in　a　foreign　tongue。



〃He　is　epileptic；