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demolished them. Little by little, as we talked, his old perspective, his old standards came back to him; but with the difference that they no longer seemed like functions of his mind but merely like attitudes assumed or dropped at will. He could still, with an effort, put himself at the angle from which he had formerly seen things; but it was with the effort of a man climbing mountains after a sedentary life in the plain. I tried to cut the talk short, but he kept coming back to it with nervous insistence, forcing me into the last retrenchments of hypocrisy, and anticipating the verdict I held back. I perceived that a great deal--immensely more than I could see a reason for--had hung for him on my opinion of his book. Then, as suddenly, his insistence dropped and, as if ashamed of having forced, himself so long on my attention, he began to talk rapidly and uninterestingly of other things. We were alone again that evening, and after dinner, wishing to efface the impression of the afternoon, and above all to show that I wanted him to talk about himself, I reverted to his work. "You must need an outlet of that sort. When a man's once had it in him, as you have--and when other things begin to dwindle--" He laughed. "Your theory is that a man ought to be able to return to the Muse as he comes back to his wife after he's ceased to interest other women?" "No; as he comes back to his wife after the day's work is done." A new thought came to me as I looked at him. "You ought to have had one," I added. He laughed again. "A wife, you mean? So that there'd have been some one waiting for me even if the Muse decamped?" He went on after a pause: "I've a notion that the kind of woman worth coming back to wouldn't be much more patient than the Muse. But as it happens I never tried--because, for fear they'd chuck me, I put them both out of doors together." He turned his head and looked past me with a queer expression at the low panelled door at my back. "Out of that very door they went--the two of 'em, on a rainy night like this: and one stopped and looked back, to see if I wasn't going to call her--and I didn't--and so they both went...." III "The Muse?" (said Merrick, refilling my glass and stooping to pat the terrier as he went back to his chair)--"well, you've met the Muse in the little volume of sonnets you used to like; and you've met the woman too, and you used to like _her_; though you didn't know her
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