--while you are still half awake."
"It won't do," said Graham. "Suppose it is as
you say--why am I not being crammed night and
day with facts and warnings and all the
wisdom of the
time to fit me for my responsibilities? Am I any
wiser now than two days ago, if it is two days, when I
awoke?"
Howard pulled his lip.
"I am
beginning to feel--every hour I feel more
clearly--a sense of
complexconcealment of which
you are the salient point. Is this Council, or committee,
or
whatever they are, cooking the accounts of
my
estate? Is that it? "
"That note of suspicion--" said Howard.
" Ugh!" said Graham. "Now, mark my words, it
will be ill for those who have put me here. It will be
ill. I am alive. Make no doubt of it, I am alive.
Every day my pulse is stronger and my mind clearer
and more
vigorous. No more quiescence. I am a
man come back to life. And I want to __live---__"
"__Live!__"
Howard's face lit with an idea. He came towards
Graham and spoke in an easy
confidential tone.
"The Council secludes you here for your good.
You are
restless. Naturally--an
energetic man!
You find it dull here. But we are
anxious that everything
you may desire--every desire--every sort of
desire . . . There may be something. Is there
any sort of company? "
He paused meaningly.
" Yes," said Graham
thoughtfully. " There is."
"Ah! __Now!__ We have treated you neglectfully."
"The crowds in yonder streets of yours."
"That," said Howard, "I am afraid--. But--"
Graham began pacing the room. Howard stood
near the door watching him. The
implication of Howard's
suggestion was only half
evident to Graham
Company? Suppose he were to accept the proposal,
demand some sort of __company__? Would there be any
possibilities of
gathering from the conversation o?this
additional person some vague inkling of the struggle
that had broken out so
vividly at his waking moment?
He meditated again, and the
suggestion took colour.
He turned on Howard abruptly.
"What do you mean by company? "
Howard raised his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.
"Human beings," he said, with a curious smile on his
heavy face.
"Our social ideas," he said, "have a certain increased
liberality, perhaps, in
comparison with your
times. If a man wishes to
relieve such a tedium as
this--by
feminine society, for
instance. We think it
no
scandal. We have cleared our minds of formulae.
There is in our city a class, a necessary class, no longer
despised--discreet--"
Graham stopped dead.
"It would pass the time," said Howard. "It is a
thing I should perhaps have thought of before, but,
as a matter of fact, so much is
happening--"
He indicated the
exterior world.
Graham hesitated. For a moment the figure of a
possible woman that his
imagination suddenly created
dominated his mind with an
intenseattraction. Then
he flashed into anger.
"No I" he shouted.
He began striding rapidly up and down the room.
"Everything you say, everything you do, convinces
me--of some great issue in which I am concerned.
I do not want to pass the time, as you call it. Yes, I
know. Desire and
indulgence are life in a sense--
and Death! Extinction! In my life before I slept
I had worked out that
pitiful question. I will not
begin again. There is a city, a multitude--. And