"No. He told me he considered temptation rather a curse than otherwise, and then he surprised me very much."
"He told you a secret?"
"Why, yes."
"The secret of your great influence over his life?"
"You knew of this secret, then?"
"He didn"t tell it to me. Long ago I divined it. Addison is a very interesting fellow to a doctor, and the fact of his strong friendship with you has made him more interesting even than he would otherwise have been. His physique is tremendous. He has a quite unusual vitality, and stronger pa.s.sions by far than most Englishmen. I confess that my knowledge of human nature led me to foresee a very troubled and too vehement future for him. My antic.i.p.ation being utterly falsified led me naturally to look round for the reason of its falsification. I very soon found that reason in you."
"I had never suspected it."
"Your lack of suspicion was not the least reason of the influence you exercised."
"Possibly. He told me of the strength of his evil impulses, of how he hated their a.s.saults, and of how being with me enabled him to conquer them. Apparently the contemplation of my unnatural nature is an armour to him."
"It is."
"Well, I continued to bewail my condition, which he envied, and it ended in our sitting down, in jest, to make an experiment to try to exchange our souls."
"What means did you take?"
And then Valentine told Dr. Levillier the exact circ.u.mstances of the three sittings, without embellishment, without omission of any kind.
He listened with keen attention, and without attempting interruption or intruding comment. When Valentine had finished he made no remark.
"What do you think of it, doctor?"
"Of what part of it?"
"Of any part. Do you attach any importance to it?"
"I do, certainly."
"I thought you would laugh at the whole thing."
"Why should I? Why should I laugh at any circ.u.mstances which strongly affect men whom I know, or, indeed, any men?"
"But then, tell me, do you believe in some strange, unseen agency? Do you believe that Julian absolutely held the hand of some being dwelling in another sphere, some being attracted to us, or, say, enabled to come to us by such an action as our sitting at a table in the dark?"
"No. I don"t believe that."
"You attribute the whole thing to bodily causes?"
"I am inclined to attribute it to the action and reaction of mind and body, undoubtedly. If you had sat in the light, for instance, I don"t think Addison would have felt that hand. The hand is indeed the least of the circ.u.mstances you have related, in my opinion. The incidents of the dog and of the curtain are far more mysterious. You are positive the door was securely shut?"
"Quite positive."
"Could you, after having drawn the curtain, have allowed your hand to slip slightly back, pulling the curtain with it?"
"I don"t think so. I feel sure not."
"You know we all constantly make involuntary motions--motions that our minds are quite unaware of."
"I do feel sure, nevertheless. And the dog? What do you say to that?"
"I don"t know what to say. But dogs are extraordinarily sensitive. I do not think it beyond the bounds of possibility that the tumult of your nerves--for there was tumult; you confess it--communicated itself to him."
"And was the cause of his conduct?"
"Yes. In the course of my career I have been consulted by a great many patients whose nervous systems have been disastrously upset by the practices you describe, by so-called spiritualism, table-turning, and so forth. One man I knew, trying to cultivate himself onto what he called "a higher plane," cultivated himself into a lunatic asylum, where he still remains."
"Then you consider spiritualism--?"
"I have too much respect for the soul, too much belief in its great destiny, Cresswell, to juggle with it, or to play tricks with it. When one meets a genius one does not want to have a game at puss-in-the-corner with him. One is rather anxious to hear him talk seriously and display his mind. When I come into contact with a soul, I don"t want to try to detach it from the home in which a divine power has placed it for a time.
I glory in many limitations against which it is the prevailing fashion to fight uselessly. The soul can do all its work where it is--in the body. The influence you exercise over your friend Addison convinces me of the existence of spirits, things which will eventually be freed from the body, more certainly than any amount of material manifestations, sights, sounds, apparent physical sensations. Why should we not be satisfied with remaining, for a time, as we are? I consider that you and Addison were ill-advised in making this--no doubt absurd--experiment.
Supposing it to be absurd, the _raison d"etre_ of the sittings is gone at once. Supposing it not to be--"
"Yes. What, then?"
"Then the danger is great. Imagine yourself with Addison"s soul or nature, him with yours. To what might not you be led? How do you know that your nature in him would exert any control over his nature in you?"
"Why should it not?"
"There comes in the power of the body, which is very great. I believe, as you know, absolutely in the existence of the soul, and in its immortal destiny; but that does not blind me to the extraordinary influence, the extraordinary kingship, which a mere body, a mere husk and sh.e.l.l, as some good people call it--I don"t feel with them--can obtain not only over another body, but, strangely, over the soul which is in that body. Your influence over Addison has been, and is, immense. Do you imagine that it is simply your nature which governs him?"
"I suppose so."
"Your mere appearance may have an immense deal to do with the matter.
You have the look, the expression, of one who has not sinned. It is partly that which keeps Addison from giving the reins to his impulses.
I consider that if it were possible for your nature to change secretly and for your face to remain unchanged, if you sinned perpetually and retained your exact appearance, and if Addison did not know you sinned, you could still be his guardian, while, really, yourself far worse in every way than him."
"But surely that fights against your theory that the existence of a soul is proved by such an influence as I possess over Addison?"
"Not at all. I said if it were possible for the body not to express the soul, if--but that"s just the difficulty, it is not possible. The body manifests the soul. Supposing it were not so, the power of evil, the devil, if you choose to name it and imply a personal existence for it, might have hold of the world even more tightly than now. Just conceive, under such conditions, how you might lure Addison to destruction if you desired to do so. Looking at you, and seeing the same face in which he has learned to see what he thinks entire goodness, he would be unable to believe that any action you could suggest and take part in could be evil.
You could wreck his future with a perfect ease. But, as things are, did your nature change and become malignant, your face would change too, and you might quickly cease to exercise a strong influence over Addison. He might even, having now been unconsciously trained into a curious integrity, learn to hate and to despise you. You remember our conversation to-night about that symphony?"
"Yes."
"I said that the soul which could reproduce h.e.l.l should be able to reproduce heaven."
"I know."
"Well, my boy--for you are a boy to me--the reverse of that might happen also."
"Perhaps. But I don"t quite see."
"The application--to you?"